When Feng Ling saw the Lion-headed Warrior kneeling on the ground and roaring, she immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly shouted to the Tiger Head Worm, "Burrow down, burrow down! Don't stick your head out!"
Then she hurriedly looked for a place to hide as well—but that was easier said than done. Most of the sand dunes were only one or two meters high. They could hide a person, but for a Flood Dragon Serpent, they could only cover one leg.
Feng Ling coiled herself into a ring, thinking that hiding as much as she could was better than nothing.
As the lion's roar continued, glowing little flags appeared throughout the underground palace. They were pale gold, translucent, and floated in midair.
Feng Ling roughly counted them. There were more than twenty such flags, scattered in all directions, their positions seemingly random. One stood directly in front of her, and another diagonally behind her. Their purpose was unclear for now, but they definitely meant no good.
Would they explode?
As Feng Ling was guessing, the lion's roar suddenly stopped. Immediately afterward, endless Yellow Sand poured out from the Lion-headed Warrior's body!
The Yellow Sand condensed into towering Persian Heavy Cavalry, charging toward the flags! It was as if thousands upon thousands of troops were galloping endlessly, thunderous and fierce!
Feng Ling was instantly battered head to toe by sand! Sand moving at high speed!
Charge after charge, thrust after thrust! The wounds on her body rapidly widened under the Yellow Sand cavalry's assault. Fresh scabs were torn apart, and blood poured down like a waterfall!
Worse still, under such an onslaught, she could not even open her eyes. Otherwise, her eyeballs would hurt as if they were being violently ground by iron sand!
Feng Ling planted all her tentacles