C583 There Are too Few People!
Night had fallen.
The wind howled through the night sky, whipping up clouds of yellow sand that blinded anyone who dared face it. Yao Qiguang, with a band of disciples in tow, followed the Gator Gang's third and fourth leaders to the gang's daytime hideout.
"We're almost there," gasped the third leader, struggling for breath on the darkened grassland