The smile of the Western Rong soldiers was especially arrogant against the backdrop of the firelight.
The bearded team leader's face shook with his laughter.
At the critical moment, Zhan Lan's lips curved upward beneath her veil, and she bent over to swiftly cut the hemp rope that was already tied to the tree with her dagger.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
They vanished into the night like ghosts!
The laughter of the Western Rong soldiers faded away.
"Where are they!" The team leader dismounted and charged to the top of the sand dune in a few strides.
His eyes bulged in disbelief as he stared at the several marks on the sand dune.
These people had actually sat on sandboards, sliding down the dune with slopes hundreds of meters steep.
"Damn it!" The team leader angrily took out his crossbow and fired several bolts in the direction the group had gone.
But no matter how fast the arrows were, they couldn't catch up with the speed at which Zhan Lan and her group were sliding.