A moment later.
After a moment, an overwhelming spiritual pressure approached swiftly, like a turbulent tide, almost suffocating.
This spiritual pressure instantly shattered the original din and chaos of the sand sea, as the howling, rampant sandstorm seemed to crash into an invisible and indestructible barrier, halting abruptly.
The particles of sand hung suspended in the air as if cast with the Immovable Spell, forming an eerie and visually striking scene.
The newcomer was a man with a wooden expression. He was tall, exuding an icy aura.
Most striking was his right arm, encased in a mechanical appendage, glinting with a metallic chill. Mysterious runic glows flowed at the joints, making it clear it was no ordinary item.
This man was none other than the City Lord of Ancient Sand City, Gu Yuntao.
"Hmph, boy, surrender quietly; you can't escape!"
