Mahazar withdrew his somber gaze from the blood-red star in midair and silently looked ahead, where Kashan Palace seemed within reach. This action was like a silent command that made all the sand thieves around stop their restlessness and commotion and look over simultaneously.
"Mahazar, should we continue forward, or...?"
"Continue forward."
The sand thieves exchanged glances, each glancing up at the peculiar thing between the clouds, the oppressive aura of which was unsettling. But since the King of the Sand Thief had spoken, they had no choice but to follow. After all, the wealth they had pursued all their lives was within their grasp, and no one was willing to abandon and leave at this point.
Mahazar glanced at everyone. "Kashan Palace cannot stop us. Let's conquer it in one go; the entire desert will remember this day and tremble under our name—"
