Let the villain go - chapter 58

At this moment, he saw Ye Peitian’s lips move slightly, and he heard him say faintly, “There is no need to grab, everyone can share.”

Then the black collar on the horrible man’s neck suddenly got excited, and a sharp long pierce pierced his neck. The blood poured out of the pale neck.

The earth began to shake violently, and the entire sand dune seemed to be overturned. It was dark with flying sand and rocks, and the sand dune at the foot split into a bottomless abyss, swallowing everyone who stayed on it.　　

Wang Wei exerted his ability, desperately trying to break free from the sinking dunes, but he was horrified to find that his legs were entangled with a set of solidified quicksand. The soft yellow sand was like a pair of iron tongs which clamped his legs tightly, pulling him all the way into the abyss. 

Countless companions wailed, struggling to stretch out their arms towards the sky while sinking in despair with him into the Yellow Sand Hell.

Before being completely obliterated by the yellow sand, he saw Ye Peitian not far from him, the demon who made all this, was gazing at the bright moon in the sky. 

The demon accompanied them to sink into the abyss of hell.

In the flying sand, a team member next to Xin Ziming, spread his pair of eagle wings on the back, grabbed Xin Ziming and his other companions in time, and tried his best to fly to the sky.　　

His other companion raised his hand and formed the transparent spherical enchantment to block the yellow sand that was covered by the sky.　

They didn’t know how long it had been until this hell-like scene came to an end.　　

The desert had returned to calm again, and there were silver grains on the smooth sand dunes still flowing slowly under the moonlight. It seemed as if it didn’t just devour many lives.

Xin Ziming slowly descended from the air with his companion.

On the edge of the sand dunes, some survivors gathered carefully.　　

“The regiment… The regiment.” 

Xin Ziming’s companion’s legs were soft. He counted the number of people around him in shock, “Fortunately, all of us are far away, and basically all escaped.”

“Should we dig down, Ye Peitian is also buried underneath.”　　

Xin Ziming took off his glasses, which were covered in sand and dust, “Do you want to lose your hands?”

He put on his cleaned glasses, glanced at the dead sand dune, and turned to leave first,　　

“Let’s go, in the future our Qilin will no longer join in events related to Ye Peitian.”

…　　

Chu Qianxun had been hiding in the distance for a long time,

The sky in the desert became dark. Even at such a long distance, the yellow sand flying all over the sky still made her open her eyes,　

She endured the anxiety in her heart, and waited until all the upturning movements were quietened before she quietly approached the edge of the battlefield.　　

On the dune whose landscape was completely changed during the war, some people were gathered. Those people were desperately digging for something. They dug one body after another from the sand pile, and after identifying the body, they ignored it.　

Chu Qianxun knew that there was only one thing that could make these people so crazy, but obviously they hadn’t found it.

‘Ye Peitian, where are you?’ Chu Qianxun was hiding in the dark. She wanted to know Ye Peitian’s situation. She was worried that the man would be found by these greedy and shameless people.　　

There were more people coming from outside the desert. Everyone wanted to get that person’s body, and wanted to find his buried castle. They dug the ground three feet, almost turning the entire sand dune, but no one could get what they wanted.　

Chu Qianxun’ slowly retreated from the lurking place and turned to run in one direction.　

The sand under her feet made a regular sound as she ran, and her heart was beating faster. She ran faster all the way to the place where she got out of the ground.　　

The opening of the tunnel was already buried by yellow sand. Chu Qianxun controlled the wind power in a small area, and dug the sand all the way down.

The rotating small whirlwind kept rolling up the yellow sand, and a palm was exposed in the deeper pit.

The skin of the palm was covered with gray dust, but the texture was still well-proportioned and the knuckles were long.

It was Ye Peitian’s hand.

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