hotmtlnovel Chapter 92: Chapter92-Sandstorm
Chapter 92: Chapter92-Sandstorm
"Finally... out of the sandstorm."
About ten kilometers from the center of the sandstorm, Helena hit the brakes, and the tracks gradually came to a stop.
She turned to look back.
If they hadn't chosen to leave immediately, they would have been swallowed by the storm by now.
"So, so terrifying..."
Lily took a deep breath, astonished by the power of the sandstorm, and couldn't help but worry for John and the others.
"Helena, do you think Johnny and the others will be alright?"
"They definitely will. They're inside the mine, so they won't be affected by the sandstorm. The only thing that worries me is that so-called Shadows of the Past. What kind of existence is it? If that thing is incredibly strong..."
Helena pinched her brow, seemingly unable to continue.
"Anyway, let's trust them. Once the sandstorm is over, we'll go back and check on them. Until then, all we can do is wait."
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"Waiting here is definitely not a good idea! Shadows of the Past come and go without a trace. If we just sit here, we might never get the chance to uncover its mystery. I disagree!"
Old Mac stood up and immediately rejected John's suggestion without a moment's hesitation.
"But Mac, you said yourself that you don't have an effective way to track Shadows of the Past, right? We've lost the trail three times already. The mine is full of tunnels; who knows where they lead? Maybe there's an abyss beyond the cracks. Catching Shadows of the Past is important, but we must prioritize our safety!"
Hearing this, Old Mac opened his mouth but couldn't refute it.
How could he not understand the dangers John mentioned? But with Shadows of the Past right in front of him, it was hard for him to stay calm.
"In any case, safety comes first. We lack many things, but time isn't one of them. Whether it's a day or three, we can afford to wait. The sandstorm is raging outside, and we can't leave for now. I refuse to believe we can't catch the tail of Shadows of the Past."
John stood up and walked towards the mine entrance.
The flying sand blocked out the sky, making it impossible to open his eyes, let alone leave.
Unable to discern direction, staying in the mine was undoubtedly the best choice.
"No, the sandstorm's appearance has made the wind field even more chaotic, like a pot of soup. Using our powers now could be deadly."
Exiled Immortal timely reminded them, dispelling John's last unrealistic hope. Helplessly, he retreated back into the mine.
But at that moment, Old Mac suddenly stood up, rushed out of the mine, and struggled to open his eyes, staring straight into the sandstorm with increasing excitement.
"Look! Look at the figure in the center of the sandstorm! There's no mistake, it's Shadows of the Past that brought the storm!"
"What am I doing? I'm stopping you from getting yourself killed! You're underestimating a natural disaster! Do you know how fast the wind carrying stones can be? It can shred a mountain! You, a mere mortal, what can you do?
Rely on sheer willpower?"
"What other choice do I have? I have to try; I can't let this opportunity slip away!"
"Stop arguing, Mac! I'll think of something..."
Exiled Immortal took a deep breath, muttering to himself, "I don't know if this will work... Since my second class change, I've felt my abilities growing. Damn it, I'm betting on this! Mac, once this is over, you must forge twenty swords for me!"
With that, Exiled Immortal ignored John and Old Mac's attempts to stop him and rushed out of the mine. Facing the bottomless pit, he leaped!
"Exiled Immortal!"
"Exiled Immortal!"
John rushed forward, reaching out to grab Exiled Immortal's coat, but missed by just a centimeter.
He could only watch as Exiled Immortal fell rapidly, disappearing from sight.
He could faintly hear Exiled Immortal's voice.
"Mac, you'd better watch closely. Natural disasters aren't so terrifying in front of me, Exiled Immortal!"
"Damn it! Just a little more!"
John gritted his teeth and punched the ground, causing the hard lapis lazuli surface to crack instantly.
"E... Exiled Immortal, kid."
Old Mac collapsed to the ground, eyes blank, stunned.
No one would have expected Exiled Immortal to suddenly jump into the pit.
In such extreme weather, Exiled Immortal's abilities would be minimal!
To Old Mac, his impulsiveness had led to Exiled Immortal's death. Guilt and regret filled his heart.
"Again... another sacrifice..."
Old Mac bowed his head, memories flooding in.
He could no longer remember how many innocent people had died because of his quest to uncover the truth about Shadows of the Past. Ten? Twenty?
Was there any chance of survival after such a fall?
The answer to John's doubt came in the form of a gust of green wind rising from the depths of the pit!