A group of people noisily approached the entrance to the dueling arena, interrupting the tense atmosphere between the young girl and the others.
"It's the Sandbone Group," Dorothy whispered.
These people wore identical armbands, depicting a yellow skull and two curved sabers.
Li Ang was not unfamiliar with them; previously, he had helped Andasu take down a few.
This time was different.
The man leading them was entirely clad in red, from hair to clothing, clearly dyed this color.
His face was sinister, with a charred, shriveled skull hanging on his chest, a full beard characteristic of the sandland merchants, a sharply aquiline nose giving him an eagle-like appearance. When he fixed his gaze on some people in line, they involuntarily backed down a bit.
He wore a blood-red great cloak, with two large blades crossed on his back. The blades gleamed bright, their edges sharp; the hilt and spine bore scars of battle.
Just by the look of his weapons, he was not an easy foe.
