Time dragged on, and apparently deciding they'd softened up their prey enough, the elite sand lizards suddenly joined the fight!
Attacking from both sides, they cleverly smashed through the Golden Sand Society's defensive line.
In a heartbeat, the other sand lizards split up and surrounded them, charging forward in a frenzy...
"Ah! Save me!"
"Quick, kill it!"
"Boss! Help!"
"..."
Screams echoed one after another as the black-robed figures got ripped apart one by one.
In just a few moments, except for the three mid-tier Psionics, every other black-robed figure was dead!
...
High in the sky, Carlos stared down at the several thousand sand lizards below, scratching his head:
"Way too many—this doesn't add up."
Sand lizards were notorious loners, fierce beasts that almost never ran in packs.
The total number of sand lizards in the entire White Poplar Desert was probably only a few thousand tops.
