"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!!"
As they shouted the warning, the Assault Camp soldiers instinctively placed their hands on their sword hilts.
Although the Assault Camp had been caught completely off guard by this sudden attack from beneath the sand, their hard-trained qualities as an ace unit allowed them to steady their formation.
Zhou Chongshan barely needed to say a word. Almost the moment the anomaly appeared, the soldiers rapidly gathered into squads.
Within the area, the billowing sand completely blocked their vision.
Amid the endless sand, a black shadow suddenly shot up and pounced toward one of the Assault Camp soldiers.
At that instant, the soldier seemed to sense something. With a crisp clang, the saber at his waist flashed from its sheath! Without turning his head throughout the entire process, he had already swung the enchanted saber at the attacker lunging toward him!
It happened in the blink of an eye!
Accompanied by a scream, scarlet blood splashed directly across his robes.
"You picked me? Tough luck!"
By now, every squad leader in the Assault Camp was a Hundred Refinements Realm warrior.
The attacker had the rotten luck to target this squad's leader.
It could hardly even be called an exchange. Without turning his head, the squad leader severed the attacker's arm with a single slash, then turned his gaze toward the figure in an attempt to lock onto it.
Although the enemy who had lost an arm screamed in pain, its reaction was remarkably swift. Twisting its body, it slipped straight into the sandstorm.
The squad leader was frustrated by the result, but he could only withdraw his gaze and look at the severed arm lying on the ground.
The arm was covered in fine, dense scales, and its hand gripped a dagger that appeared to be made