Kharv froze on his mount, and his eyes widened. Not only him, all his men at the forefront widened their eyes in disbelief.
From the other side of the dune slack, figures rushed toward them at breathtaking speed. The ground trembled vehemently.
Dust rose into the sky.
The desert dust wrapped around their bodies, making them look more intimidating and terrifying than they already were.
Their silhouettes gradually became clearer.
Their heavy footsteps echoed throughout the narrow passage. Still, Kharv could see the figures clearly since they were from the same clan.
'What is going on?' He frowned.
'Why are my clansmen rushing toward us?'
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The warriors charging toward them were undoubtedly Scorpion Men.
Their tails.
Their scales.
Everything was identical.
However, while he was lost in thought, his subordinates did not have such a luxury.
