As the sandstorm in the distance dispersed, even the Chamber of Commerce man was momentarily stunned, seeing the Half Ghost collapsed on the ground, still gasping heavily.
In front of him stood a figure cloaked, wearing an old conical hat woven from bamboo splints, holding a ship oar in hand, resembling a fisherman from ancient boats, but much more imposing.
With this person's appearance, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became oppressive. The Sand Woman realized that it was the ship oar that blocked her deadly attack.
The Half Ghost, who narrowly escaped death, glared viciously at the Sand Woman, muttering indistinct curses. In the previous battle, a sand blade had chopped off one of his arms, and now the severed limb was a bloody mess, making him grimace in pain.
"It's him, everyone be on guard!" Jiang Qingluan also stepped forward at this moment, positioning herself between the Sand Woman and the Chamber of Commerce man, never taking her eyes off this person's aura.
