Li let out a breath. That sandstorm had not actually been all that powerful, but in a place like this, it had every advantage of timing and terrain. Even ordinary mages above level eighteen would perish here if they could not draw upon a large amount of magical elements. Li, on the other hand, had countless ways to save his own life, and no fewer than three methods of gathering magical elements. For that sandstorm to dream of sweeping him away and killing him here was pure fantasy.
Timaria clapped her hands. "Wait, where's Bar?"
Only then did the others realize that if they had encountered that sandstorm alone, without Li at their side, they would most likely have died. In that case, Bar was probably in grave danger as well.
Li frowned. "That's true. Take a careful look. Did he pass out somewhere again?"
Azshara looked around. "No, there's no sign of him. If that storm had truly swept over him, we could say he was carried away by the sandstorm. But the sandstorm has already been dispersed. There should at least be a body left behind, right?"
Li nodded. "He's probably buried under the sand. I'll dig him out." As he spoke, Li placed his right hand on the sand. With a crack, the ground began to tremble. The vibrations were weak at first, but quickly became extremely intense. Yet the sensation lasted only a few seconds before Li stood up.
Then, just as before, he stomped hard on the ground. With a thunderous bang, a pillar of sand erupted from beneath the earth. A man's body emerged alongside it—the very Bar they had just been discussing. Bar crashed to the ground. His face was pale, and his breathing was extremely weak, but he seemed otherwise unharmed. It