But ultimately, it was a little too late. After all, the movement of an army is not ordinary; even a slight movement requires time, and just a bit of time is enough for the yellow sand to surge down.
Instantly, countless people were engulfed, swept away by the yellow sand towards the distance. Initially, they reached out their arms to struggle for a while, but later there was no sound at all.
"My God, what on earth is happening?"
The Heavenly Incomplete Divine Monk shouted in terror.
He had already led many people away from the riverbed, now watching the rolling yellow sand fade away, unable to cry even if he wished; this clash had claimed at least half the lives.
Jian Wushuang, Hong Chansha, and Elder Qing Ming all looked grim. They knew this was surely the work of the Demon Sect, but none could have imagined the Demon Sect would possess such a means, using the yellow sand as a torrent to swallow countless people.
