Silver shards fell into the soft sand.
The sand thieves tore open the defensive line, cursing furiously as they charged forward. The towering giants moved like windmills, wielding long spears, but the sand thieves, with their agile skills, easily found opportunities to break through the gaps in their attacks. Having crossed the last line of defense, before them stood the somewhat inexperienced young Alchemist.
Fang Hong extended his right arm, and in the darkness, three silver lights traced an arc, sweeping from the right front. They swept past a second time, encircling and sweeping again after extending thirty feet ahead. A thread of icy light appeared in Fang Hong's eyes, like a spark in the darkness, the first glimmer slicing through Liming.
The stars and moon were setting in the west, while the east gradually brightened.
"Found you." His lips curled into a self-satisfied smile.
