Brando swore that if he had known earlier what it would be like to be buried under mud and sand, he would have rather surrendered than chosen to run.
At first, he felt his body plummeting rapidly in the darkness, countless objects accompanied by the whistling wind tumbling down around him, with only a faint light from above—that direction should be the underground hall that's collapsing.
About one or two seconds later, he felt a violent impact.
A normal person would have shattered on such impact, but for someone with the physical strength of a Golden Peak, it was nothing. Brando only felt like he hit a sloped ground and then rolled down along the sharp rocks. He tried to grab onto something, but it was futile in the darkness, as he was swept downward with a large amount of mud and sand until he collided with a flat rock.
