Black Glasses watched the two figures running frantically towards him, while the sand dune following closely behind them moved even faster, right on their heels.
The grin at the corner of his mouth stretched almost to his ears. One hand already hooked onto the dagger at his waist, but before he could make a move, a figure stepped out from beside him.
As Fatty sidestepped and cleared the way, Zhang Qiling had already inverted his blade, plunging downward with the Black Blade gripped firmly in his hand, driving it straight into the sandy soil. The sandworm burrowing through the sand to give chase was pierced right through by the blade, its thrashing tail revealing sharp barbs.
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