"With such a big mushroom cloud, how do I know if he's dead or not?"
"Are you an idiot? As long as someone alive is holding the Professional Simulation Scroll, that mark will appear. Look, is the mark still above his head? If it is, he's not dead!"
"Ah, the mark is still there, and it's even brighter! And getting closer..."
Upon hearing these words, the few figures hiding in the yellow sand were stunned at the same time.
Then a furious voice came, and two figures crawled out of the yellow sand, quickly running towards the distance: "F***! What the hell kind of monster is this, run!"
The other people, hearing these words, also quickly crawled out of the sand and ran after them.
"F***, everyone don't follow me, split up!"
[Boom!]
A gust of strong wind hit, and the figures almost lost balance because of the powerful wind.
The swirling sand blinded their eyes, and when they opened them again, they saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man standing in front of them.
