"You can only take back my corpse at most, don't even think about capturing me alive!" The figure in black gritted their teeth, enduring the pain as they lifted their warblade. Since escape was no longer an option, they decided to take down as many of them as possible before they met their end.

"Hehe! We'll see about that soon enough!" The group of Yellow Sand Bandits had encountered many tough talkers before, especially women, who often changed their tune once captured.

Feeling the malicious grins around them, the figure in black tightly gripped the golden warblade in their hand, a sense of despair filling their heart. They contemplated that if they were ever overpowered, they would opt for suicide directly, denying the bandits any chance to take advantage.

"Attack!" The leader of the Yellow Sand Bandits gave a sharp look, signaling their comrades to strike. Meanwhile, they themselves produced several small steel needles, coated with a paralyzing poison only deities could resist. Once the toxin seeped into the body, it instantly rendered the victim powerless, unable to even move a finger, let alone commit suicide.

These steel needles were standard equipment for each Yellow Sand Bandit, along with various other hidden weapons like shurikens, poisoned darts, flying needles, and toxin bombs. They never hesitated to use these underhanded tactics in combat, resorting to direct confrontation only as a last resort.

Though the Yellow Sand Bandits were a despicable bunch from all walks of life, they were also the most troublesome. Even some powerful individuals avoided crossing paths with them, given the unfair odds and the dishonorable tactics employed by the bandits.

Being outnumbered tens to one, facing off against these devious foes armed with various poisoned weapons, the figure in black found themselves in a truly precarious situation, feeling completely helpless and frustrated.

"Charge!" Enraged, the figure in black activated the power within the golden warblade, summoning a blurred figure behind them. That figure, wielding the warblade, surged into the body of the black-clad person, tearing open the cloak to reveal a young girl inside.

She appeared to be around twelve or thirteen years old, with two red ponytails hanging down. Her delicate face bore no expression, her pupils shining with golden light, devoid of her former vitality.

"The power of the Battle God!"

"Be careful, this is the inherited power of the Talaru Family, the Battle God's power. She must be wielding the artifact, the Battle God's Blade!" The leader of the Yellow Sand Bandits loudly warned his comrades, discreetly tossing a black shadow onto the yellow sand below.

"Trap her in a formation; the Battle God's power has a duration. Let's wear her down!"

With that, each and every Yellow Sand Bandit dropped a small yellow flag from their waist onto the ground, then stepped back in formation, tightly surrounding the redhead girl and activating the formation to immobilize her.

This was a unique Yellow Sand formation, where each member had a flag to trigger the formation. With just three people, the formation could be set up, becoming stronger with more members. If all the Yellow Sand Bandits worked together, even the Eternal God would struggle to break free within a short time.

"Boom boom boom!"

Once the redhead girl unleashed the Battle God's power, a tremendous aura erupted from her. Each strike against the bandit's formation caused a violent tremor, but facing the collective effort of several dozen individuals maintaining the formation, her strength fell short.

"This won't work; we need to up the ante!"

"Hehe! Just don't kill her!"

"This girl has taken out several of our brothers; we need to show her some respect!"

"How about we unleash the Yellow Sand Storm?"

"Control the force; we can't afford casualties, or the boss won't be pleased later!"

"Got it! We'll handle it, brothers!"

The Yellow Sand Bandits quickly reached a consensus and increased the power input within the formation.

"Sand Thunderstorm!"

The formation erupted with a massive storm, drawing in the yellow sand to create a powerful sandstorm that enveloped the redhead girl at its center. As the storm accelerated, arcs of lightning began to form within, generating a palpable sense of danger and urgency for the girl caught in the midst.

"Hehe!"

"Enjoy the power of the Sand Thunderstorm!"

The bandits laughed heartily as the sandstorm picked up speed, drawing in lightning strikes from all directions towards the center, attacking the redhead girl.

"Crack crack crack!"

Yellow lightning bolts continuously struck the girl, and while she tried to resist, facing attacks from all sides left her struggling. If not for the golden Battle God's power shielding her, a single blow might have eliminated her combat capability.

But even with her resilience, how could she possibly withstand the combined force of dozens of Yellow Sand Bandits?

Under the relentless assault of the Sand Thunderstorm, the golden power around the girl began to weaken, flickering as if on the verge of collapse. Her once exquisite armor now tattered, stained with her crimson blood.

"Is this the end?" The redhead girl murmured, her vision blurring from physical exhaustion. The agile warblade in her hand now felt unusually heavy, and with the next strike of the Sand Thunderstorm, she plummeted from the sky like a kite with a broken string, landing harshly amidst the sea of yellow sand.