When the disheveled Sarif Shadowblade pulled one of his legs out of the sandy ground, he still wore a dazed expression.
In this desolate gray desert, amid the boundless shifting sands behind him, that cool flying shuttle was stuck diagonally in the earth in a headfirst nose-dive. Fortunately, this contraption used extremely high-end materials that kept it from disintegrating the moment it impacted the ground, though the fact that the slaver who had just fallen from a height of ten thousand meters only suffered minor scrapes truly proved that this fellow had some tricks up his sleeve.
In truth, if he hadn't spent the moments right before the impact safely tossing his "prisoner" onto the ground, Sarif reckoned he wouldn't even have had a scratch.
He was, after all, an elite who walked the assassin's path; no matter how down on his luck he got, he wouldn't die from fall damage.
Yet the slaver's brains were thoroughly scrambled at the moment.
Although he had encountered many Creator technologies and personally excavated a great many himself, he was not a skilled mechanic, so naturally, no one could expect him to figure out what the hell had just happened in that split second.
The slaver ran over to check on his prisoner.
The Matriarch of the Megevah family was uninjured, but she was also in a state of shock, and then a mocking smile curled across her seductive lips.
In the past, she knew her dire predicament well and tried her utmost not to provoke Sarif, but seeing this traitor suffer such wretched misfortune right now made the Matriarch unable to hold back the elation in her heart any longer. She said in a cold voice:
"Look! This is fate's punishment for traitors! Shadowblade, the Spider Lady is finally free, and the