"Rumbling..."
A series of muffled roars like rolling thunder swept over, and the weather, which had just been fiercely sunny, instantly turned gloomy and dim, as if covered by a layer of pitch-black dark clouds.
The horses beneath the bandits and knights both began to whinny anxiously, almost throwing the knights on their backs off.
"What is going on!?"
"What happened!"
The bandits were all clueless, panicked and alarmed. They knew the Great Desert's weather changed quickly, but it couldn't change this fast, could it? The sky turned dark just from a single muffled sound, and without any dark clouds at all, as if the sun had been shot down by someone.
Only a few superstitious merchants looked up in surprise and immediately knelt down, starting to chant softly.
The horses still whinnied anxiously in fear, and not even the special warhorse beneath that official knight was an exception. Under such circumstances, both sides wisely stopped fighting; they couldn't fight anymore anyway and could only maintain the distance from their previous engagement, staring blankly at the sky with eyes full of awe.
"Mysterious power... Lord Mystic!"
"It must be the power of Lord Mystic! The legend that a powerful Lord Mystic lives in the Talo Desert is actually true!"
A moment later, they discovered the source of this mysterious power.
At this time, everyone was staring at the last flatbed cart in the caravan, where a man wearing a loose cloth robe sat upright. He reached out a hand, and endless black smoke surged from that hand—it was precisely this black smoke that covered this entire sky!
Until he put his hand down, the sky remained gloomy, as if swallowed by him. He stood up, pulled off his hood on the flatbed cart, and revealed a calm face. A faint