On the desert, the blazing sun hung high, its scorching rays twisting the air, and some desert creatures crawled out from the sand, heading toward where the scent of blood wafted. Upon seeing humans, they quickly hid away.
Chen Mo did not reply to the Sand Bandit Leader's words, merely instructing Han Yang and a few others: "Leave it to you."
Having said that, he picked up the water flask from his waist and took a drink.
After a moment of hesitation, Yu Zhu was the first to move, dealing with the Sand Bandit Leader swiftly with a single sword stroke.
Just moments ago, the Sand Bandit Leader had been struck with severe injuries, rendering him incapable of resistance.
Looking at the dead Sand Bandit Leader, Yu Zhu's face remained calm, her eyes indifferent, clearly not a flower nurtured in a greenhouse.
