Hovering far away from the scene was Snow, his arms folded as beautiful butterfly wings protruded from his back, flapping gently. Even midair, he exuded an elegant poise, eyes watching the sandworm close in on Godfrey with a faint curl at the right end of his lips.
Seraphina, whose wings shimmered with many colors and countless eyes like those on a peacock's tail, watched from a distance. She had been tailing Snow, only to find herself staring in shock at a sandworm, a creature that any one of the elites would likely avoid.
From the size of that thing, she guessed it was probably an adolescent sandworm, which was a 6.3 high-tier beast.
Godfrey was doomed.
Meanwhile, Godfrey watched the sand give way to the creature swimming underneath at a fast pace. He definitely couldn't outrun a beast like that, it was the same as a man trying to outswim a great white shark in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
