"Mad Sand Canyon is just ahead!"
"Speed up!"
Golden streaks of light flashed across the sky, instantly reaching the entrance of Mad Sand Canyon.
Battle Hall Master Marvin Browning hovered in mid-air, surveying the surroundings, his gaze finally settling on the canyon where the sandstorm raged like a storm.
"They should be in the canyon..."
Before he could finish his words, figures suddenly darted at the entrance, several people rapidly flying along the canyon, like fleeing rats.
Marvin Browning’s eyebrows twitched, a fierce killing intent in his eyes.
"The rats from Blood Hand Sect are indeed here, capture them for !"
The formidable experts behind him responded in unison, murderous aura surging, ready to descend to the ground.
Carson Flores suddenly shouted, "Wait!"
Everyone instinctively halted, their eyes curiously looking at Carson Flores.
If it were soone else shouting like this, perhaps no one would care, but the shout ca from the sect’s young junior uncle, Heavenly Sword Peak’s Master, Carson Flores!
Carson Flores’ victory in the Pill King Competition in Phoenix City, Tianfeng Dynasty, and his attainnt of the Pill King title had already been relayed back to the sect, invigorating everyone with pride.
Who said our White Crane Immortal Sect doesn’t have great Alchemists?
Marvin Browning turned his head and asked, "Young junior uncle, is there an issue?"
Marvin Browning, although being the Battle Hall Master and highly esteed in the White Crane Immortal Sect, held great respect for this newly appointed young junior uncle, both due to his rank and his actions.
Carson Flores pointed to the figures fleeing below, who had run a distance and surprisingly stopped.
"There’s a problem."
Marvin Browning frowned; as the Battle Hall Master, he naturally had rich combat experience, and the abnormal behavior of those fleeing below imdiately triggered his alertness.
"A trap?"
Carson Flores nodded, "It should be; otherwise, they’d be desperately retreating without looking back, instead of stopping to watch."
Marvin Browning slightly narrowed his eyes, his gaze turning cold, "A formation, or a trap?"
Carson Flores glanced around, fixing his eyes on a clearing at the canyon entrance.
Due to the violent sandstorm in the canyon, a lot of yellow sand had fallen around, covering all the rock surfaces with a layer of sand, yet Carson Flores noticed a chaotic cluster of footprints on the ground, suggesting a large number of people.
The yellow sand continued to descend, but the footprints remained clear, indicating they were just left, otherwise, the falling sand would have long buried them.
Carson Flores pointed at the cluster of footprints, his tone chilling, "These people are likely lying in ambush around us, waiting to strike once we step into the trap and catch us off guard."
Upon seeing the footprints, Marvin Browning’s face darkened, fear surged within him.
If everyone had charged down earlier, the trap buried underground would have been triggered, leading to heavy casualties among the White Crane disciples.
Luckily, Carson Flores sensed the anomaly and prevented it all.
"Milan Moses, clear the traps below, everyone else, retreat!"
Everyone followed the order, rising higher to widen the distance from the ground while Milan Moses lowered his altitude slightly, forming a spell with his hands as flas rose instantaneously.
He embraced the air with his hands, boundless Spiritual Energy poured violently in, the fireball’s color rapidly changing, the temperature becoming increasingly scorching.
With a push of his hands, the fireball dropped straight from the sky, crashing down to the ground.
"Boom!"
Fierce flas transford into endless heat, sweeping outward.
The canyon entrance instantly turned into a sea of flas.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
Consecutive explosions erupted fiercely; the Heavenly Thunder Roar buried under the yellow sand was also detonated by the intense heat of the rapid explosions, emitting deafening roars.
The radius of several kiloters was instantly enveloped by the endless explosion shockwaves, the high temperatures scorching the sand into bizarre shapes.
The disciples of the sect in the sky all showed changed expressions; if they’d charged down monts ago into such powerful explosions, the casualties wouldn’t be re handful!
More importantly, under such violent explosion shockwaves, everyone would be caught off guard, fleeing from the flas first, with the Blood Hand Sect disciples in hiding outside giving a severe blow to those escaping the flas.
After this wave, the White Crane disciples would certainly suffer heavy casualties, most likely falling right here.
In hiding, a white-haired masked man stared at Carson Flores in the sky, murderous intent in his eyes!
Carson Flores!
It’s Carson Flores again!
Is this guy the nesis of the Heavenly Alliance!
Previously thwarting Alfred Weaver’s assassination, he allowed Alfred Weaver to escape while the Heavenly Alliance lost a Heavenly Immortal Realm mber!
Immortals reaching the Heavenly Immortal Realm possess nurous lifesaving techniques, even when facing stronger Heavenly Immortal Realm opponents, they may escape even if gravely injured, like last ti when three Heavenly Immortal Realm mbers fled despite confronting Ellen Stone and other strong foes.
Heavenly Immortal Realm experts haven’t fallen into the hands of stronger individuals but were caught off guard by a Human Immortal Realm individual, wiped both body and soul!
Now, the Red-robed Blood Envoy Maggie Fitzgerald likely holds the greatest grudge against Carson Flores.
This ti, the original plan was to seize the arbitrary gate and, incidentally, trap White Crane Immortal Sect to vent so anger, who could have anticipated encountering Carson Flores again!
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