No strange things are allowed to evolve!

He watched helplessly as the giant, larger than a mountain range, stepped over him, bent down, and buried his entire upper body in the basin.

His legs were twitching outside the basin, looking like someone lying on the bed peering under it to look for a lost pair of headphones.

But the Yellow Crane Tower didn't find it ridiculous at all; it was only awe-inspiring.

Before long, Jiang Shu followed the crack he had made and crawled into the basin.

Huanghelou got up from the ground and scrambled across the sandy surface to the high point where he had been observing the view below. He saw that everything below was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Does it have to be this advanced to compete with the Sand Demon...?" he murmured.

A sense of powerlessness instantly crept into his heart.

This feeling of wanting to help but finding that he couldn't help at all made him very upset.

"Damn it... So I can't protect anything at all?"

......

"In the end, you couldn't protect anything at all?"

The falcon was once again forced back to the ruins beneath the White Cloud Tower.

Beside him were a group of guards who had also been forced back by the Sand Puppet Tide.

The situation is dire for everyone. Although no one has died yet, everyone is exhausted. They not only lack the strength to maintain the desertification, but even moving around is extremely difficult.

The falcon knew that breaking out was no longer an option.

And even if they manage to break through, how can they get back to the ground?

Looking up at the Sand Demon, who remained a spectator, watching the scene below with great interest, like a mischievous child watching a cricket fight, the Falcon sighed.

For some time now, the Sand Demon has been focusing all his attention on them, which means there is nothing left to distract him.

The current situation of the person who destroyed the White Cloud Pagoda is probably self-evident.

"It seems we can't go back today."

The falcon did not hide the current situation, nor did it offer empty promises to the other guards, nor did it tell them that if they persevered, things might turn around.

Because he knew that the brothers he had trained were not the kind of people who would lose their fighting spirit and surrender easily when faced with a desperate situation.

that's the truth.

Seeing the current situation, everyone already had a good idea of ​​what they were about to face, but no one backed down, even though they were very scared.

"I'm not afraid of dying here if I can't go back."

Some people looked melancholy:

"I'm afraid no one will know we died here. I'm afraid our deaths won't bring any meaningful results. If we can find a way to send the news about Baiyun City back... then our deaths will have been worthwhile."

"Yes."

Others stared intently at the approaching sand golem:

"Besides this, I don't want to become like them. Do you know what I saw when I killed a sand golem wearing a guard uniform?"

I saw liberation in their eyes! I'm sure they didn't do it willingly; they could feel the pain, but they couldn't help it, they simply couldn't control their actions.

I don't want to become that kind of thing!

Their words resonated with everyone.

No one was afraid of death. If they were afraid of dying, they wouldn't have stayed in the guard and worked on the front lines after learning about the desert's curse of "no more than three strikes."

What they truly fear is that not only will their deaths be meaningless, but they might also become a sharp blade, stabbing those who follow—something they are unwilling to see or face.

“I know...I know your concerns.”

The falcon's tone was extremely heavy:

"But I also have to be clear with you, regarding your first concern, I really can't help it, we can't get out..."

Upon hearing this, the guards were all somewhat disappointed.

"but!"

The falcon changed the subject:

"I have a way to solve the second concern."

The falcon's gaze swept over each weathered and weary face with regret and seriousness:

"As long as we die before being transformed by the Sand Demon, we won't become those walking corpses!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then a resolute look appeared in their eyes: "You mean..."

The falcon nodded.

"Fight to the last moment, and then everyone... will follow me to commit suicide and die!"

He pointed his already dulled Tibetan knife at the sand puppet:

"Until then, let's free them as much as possible; that's the greatest value we still have!"

"it is good!"

Almost without hesitation, everyone agreed to the falcon's final arrangement.

It's better to die by your own hand than to be unable to find peace after death.

I control my own life!

Upon seeing this, the Sand Demon was slightly surprised.

He laughed, his eerie tone mocking, "They do have some backbone, unlike the guys you're facing. They kept calling out their comrades' names until their last breath, believing someone would come to save them."

"Bastard!"

The Sand Demon's words successfully ignited everyone's anger and also roused them from their near-exhaustion.

Although the thought of giving it our all and not even being able to touch the hem of the real culprit's clothes is hard to accept, at least we won't let you make fun of us, and we won't let you continue to be so arrogant!

Just as the sand golems' encirclement was gradually tightening and had reached the guards, and the guards were struggling to hold on for one last dance, an unexpected event suddenly occurred.

The sand golems that had been the most active suddenly stopped moving.

Their raised hands suddenly fell, and their heads drooped down as if they had lost their support.

It was as if my soul had been taken away.

If only a few sand golems were incapacitated, almost no one would notice, because such a pitiful number seems so insignificant in the face of this sea of ​​sand.

However, this change spread rapidly among the sand golems, like a contagious disease.

From dozens, it spread to hundreds, and then from hundreds to hundreds and thousands.

Each spread of the virus increases exponentially.

The guards only noticed something was wrong when one of the sand golems, which had been biting at the falcon's throat just a second ago, suddenly stopped moving.

"what happened?"

The guards retreated cautiously, back to back, fearing it might be another trap.

The Sand Demon, who had also noticed the anomaly, frowned and questioned the guards, "What have you done?"

Just as the guards suspected him at first, he also thought that the guards had used some method he didn't understand to temporarily control the sand puppet.

Only then did the guards realize that this was not a conspiracy by the Sand Demon, and that he was unaware of it.

So what's going on?

This brief pause, however, has spread even further.

There are now very few sand golems still able to move around in Baiyun City; the original majority has become a tiny minority.

These sand golems seem to have some kind of inherent defect, with very low abilities. Squeezed at the back, they watch helplessly as the sand golems in front of them stop moving forward, unsure of what to do.

Just like when people are embarrassed, they have to find something to do, so he simply attacked his sand puppet companions who had stopped moving.

However, their crystallization was incomplete, and their strength was also very worrying. After several attacks, they not only failed to carve out a bloody path, but they couldn't even scratch the skin of the attackers.

These defective products couldn't even hit a stationary target.

Seeing that these sand monsters were no longer a threat to the guards, the Sand Demon's face immediately darkened.

"Mutants are just mutants, they're all trash!"

"Haha."

Having exhausted all its strength, the falcon, which uncontrollably reverted to its sand-like form the instant it relaxed, coughed twice and then laughed loudly, looking up at the sky:

"It must be those predecessors, and those original residents who were buried with Baiyun City, who are watching from heaven and using their last bit of strength to stop you. Your fate is sealed!"

Upon hearing this, the Sand Demon was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if he had heard a funny joke.

His actions preceded his response.

The tentacles that had previously emerged from beneath White Cloud City were originally just decorative, standing there motionless like sculptures, but suddenly, for some reason, they all awakened.

One crushing, one sweeping.

The sand golems, along with the surrounding high-rise buildings and houses, were completely flattened like building blocks and then fell into the bottomless gaps between the cities.

Seeing this, the guards trembled.

really!

If the Sand Demon wanted to crush everyone, it would be an easy task. His choice to use sand golems for the massacre was merely a perverse pleasure.

"Do you understand?"

The Sand Demon chuckled eerily:

"The power we wield is not on the same level. The reason I don't want to just crush you is because I don't want to destroy this ancient city that I've worked so hard to maintain."

To me, you are like termites that have invaded my body. No one would mess up their body just to kill termites, right?

So please forgive my mockery.

But fate...

They're just tiny, insignificant cells that can be replaced at any moment. If they're useless, they're useless. What right do you have to use them to judge whether my time is up?"

The guards stood on the ground, which undulated due to the churning tentacles, swaying from side to side, making it extremely difficult to maintain their balance.

Their faces were all grim; though they were unwilling to admit it, the difference between them was indeed not in the same league.

Seeing that things were going wrong, the falcon hurriedly shouted, "Everyone, come with me and commit suicide!"

But just as he raised his Tibetan knife, a tiny tentacle appeared out of thin air from the ruins of the White Cloud Pagoda, quickly emerged, and knocked the knife out of his hand.

"No, you have to survive."

The Sand Demon grinned maliciously and addressed the despairing crowd:

"I still need you to take me to the oasis."

Humans think we're all cruel monsters, right? Well then, I'll show everyone just how cruel we really can be.

Not only will I turn your hometown into the new Baiyun City, but I will also find the troublemaker who drove me to this point. Did he think he could just run away? He's so naive.

He may run away, but he can't hide. I'll find him sooner or later.

I had no intention of dwelling on the past, but since things have come to this point, I have no choice but to declare war on humanity!

Just then.

"You mentioned...declaring war, right?"

boom!

The sky... has broken.

A large hand reached out and grabbed the sand demon's neck.

"Very well, I accept the challenge."

Chapter 168 The Human Emperor's Body

A crack appeared in the sky.

A powerful wave of air burst forth, dispersing the sandy-yellow haze that had been brewing above White Cloud City.

The guards, braving the wind and sand, squinted as they looked up.