Almost everyone who becomes a Prophet has a strong sixth sense.
Lin Hong felt the blood vessels on her forehead throbbing, making it almost hard for her to breathe. She took out a spray from her backpack and took a deep inhalation.
"Phew."
"What's wrong?" The Rain Summoner, familiar with her partner, knew she would have trouble breathing when nervous, so he was slightly anxious too.
"I feel like something might happen."
"No way."
The two were hiding behind a pile of rocks. They were not strong attackers, so they generally avoided direct combat.
Now suspicious, they couldn't help but want to check out the area where the wind and sand passed through.
However, in the next second, they realized there was no need, as they noticed a stranger, wearing goggles and a mask, crouched on a rock a dozen meters away, staring at them.
"The Prophet and the Rain Summoner, right?"
The two gulped.
"Who are you?"
