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Howl!

The heavy silence shattered like glass beneath a sudden, ear-piercing howl.

The dunes shuddered, trembling violently as a powerful vibration surged through the sands, rattling bones and wagons alike.

Horses neighed in panic, rearing against their reins, and a chill wind swept through the caravan like death's breath.

Then it erupted.

From the depths of the dunes, a colossal shadow burst forth with earth-splitting force.

A titanic beast, hundreds of meters long, launched itself into the sky, its massive black-scaled body writhing as it soared.

Sand poured off its body in cascading sheets as it arced high above them, blotting out the sun like a living nightmare.

The Sandbone Worm.

A beast feared in hushed whispers and grim tales—standing now before their very eyes.

Its serpentine form shimmered with obsidian-like armor, each scale ridged with razor-sharp edges.

Its maw, lined with jagged, blood-stained teeth, yawned wide enough to swallow a small fortress whole.

Hearts froze. Breath caught.

Terror gripped every soul present like an invisible iron claw.

Even the elders in the sky—Elder Bai Delan and Elder Zhao—felt a flicker of alarm. Their eyes widened, brows furrowed.

Neither had sensed the beast's approach. It was as if the worm had emerged straight from the bowels of the earth, unnoticed, unfelt.

Before a single command could be uttered, the Sandbone Worm lunged toward them midair.

Elder Zhao reacted instinctively. With a grim expression, he raised his sword, pouring all his strength into a single, devastating strike.

Slash!

A radiant arc of sword light tore through the sky like a divine judgment. The air cracked under its power, space itself seeming to split apart as the slash raced toward the worm.

Clank!

The sword struck its target.

But instead of cleaving the monster in half, the blade collided with its armored hide and rebounded. A shallow cut formed—just a scratch. The worm bellowed in rage but did not fall.

Howl!

The monstrous roar reverberated across the desert.

On the ground, Mo Jian's face paled.

"Fuck!" he cursed, eyes wide in disbelief. "Run! Clear the way! Everyone, now!"

His voice cracked like a whip.

If Elder Zhao's strongest attack couldn't pierce it, then none of them stood a chance. This wasn't a fight—it was a massacre in the making.

Hiya!

The old, withered coachman and the panicked guards didn't need to be told twice. They lashed at the reins, urging the Cloud Chase Horses to bolt with every ounce of strength in their lean, muscular legs.

In the distance, even the hulking Desert Scorpions—previously fearsome in their own right—scurried away in terror, unwilling to challenge the true overlord of the desert.

Boom!

The Sandbone Worm slammed into the ground with earth-shaking force, sending a cascade of sand erupting outward like a tsunami. It hissed—a high-pitched, metallic screech that slashed through the air like blades.

Then—

Whoosh!

It vanished beneath the dunes again, like a demon melting back into hell.

But no one relaxed. Elder Bai and Elder Zhao remained floating midair, their weapons drawn, eyes darting across the terrain. The worm would return. It always did.

Tension settled like a thick fog.

The Thousand Wealth Chamber caravan continued its desperate escape, kicking up a huge cloud of dust as it raced across the dunes.

Inside one of the rear carriages, Mo Jian suddenly stiffened.

A slight tremor.

Barely noticeable—but there.

His brows furrowed deeply. What...?

It shouldn't be possible.

The carriage was engraved with protective runes and reinforced with shock-absorbers. It was designed to nullify vibrations.

Unless…

His blood ran cold.

He leapt to his feet, flung the door open, and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"UNDER US!"

His voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

But it was already too late.

With a deafening roar, the ground beneath the front carriages exploded. Sand cascaded into a spiraling vortex as a massive gaping maw erupted from below, lined with rotating rings of death.

What!

Gasps and screams echoed across the convoy. Some dropped their weapons in sheer terror. Others couldn't even breathe.

The Sandbone Worm had reappeared—this time, directly beneath them.

Its mouth surged upward, wide enough to devour several wagons in one bite. The swirling blackness of its throat was like a portal to another world.

The old withered man gritted his teeth and yanked at the reins, trying desperately to veer away.

But it was hopeless.

They were seconds from annihilation.

The guards in front—their expressions hollow, their souls gripped by the void—gave up hope.

They knew they couldn't outrun this. Their strength was nothing in the face of such apocalyptic force.

Slash!

At the last possible moment, a brilliant arc of light surged forward, cleaving across the beast's open mouth.

Hissssssss!

The Sandbone Worm shrieked in agony and recoiled, diving back beneath the sands once more.

The guards exhaled sharply, drenched in sweat. They had been a heartbeat from death.

The coachman slumped forward, wiping the cold sweat from his brow. His hands trembled. His heart thundered in his chest like a war drum. He had been in hundreds of battles, faced death countless times—but this... this was something else entirely.

They continued.

Climbing a dune, their eyes widened again.

Ahead—

A massive wave of sand pillars surged toward them from the horizon, each one towering like a tidal wave. Dust filled the sky. The ground rumbled beneath their feet.

A wall of death.

"Shit!" Elder Bai muttered, his voice tight.

"Attack!" Elder Zhao barked.

He vanished from sight and reappeared above the caravan, launching a flurry of sword slashes toward the incoming sand pillars.

Boom! Boom!

Explosions lit the desert as Elder Bai joined the assault, his staff unleashing streaks of azure light that smashed into the deadly dunes.

"What are you waiting for?!" Mo Jian shouted, voice hoarse. "Everyone—attack!"

The fear in the air was now suffocating. Yet no one hesitated. With renewed desperation, the guards surged forward, unleashing spells, arrows, and talismans.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Some of the sand pillars crumbled under the barrage—but more kept coming.

It was endless.

If even a few broke through, the entire caravan would be buried alive, entombed beneath the desert, left for the Sandbone Worm to feast upon.

Mo Jian gritted his teeth and poured every talisman he had into the air. Light flared around him like a constellation.

Truely…Desert of Fallen.

The sand pillars were less than fifty meters away now—approaching at a terrifying speed.

They had seconds left.

A solution had to come—now—or death would claim them all.