The suspended feet resembled a small mountain descending from the sky, causing the heavens and earth to shake violently. An overwhelming sense of fear, as if caused by a natural disaster, swept over my heart.

The giant bear carried Cheng Shuang at a considerable speed, and the landing points of its four paws were more agile and stable than those of the other three. As it leaped up, it escaped the danger of being crushed by Mount Tai.

"Grab the bear cubs, quick!" There wasn't enough time to get them all on the giant bear, so Cheng Shuang could only shout a reminder to the three of them.

Du Jun grabbed the stiff fur on the giant bear's rump, stretched out his arm, and pulled on Lie Fu's wrist. Lie Fu quickly turned to the side and grabbed Hei Zishan's braid.

Hei Zishan cried out and flew into the air, cursing under his breath, "Lie Fu, you're really ruthless!"

The three people were pulled out one after another the moment the hill landed, sand flying everywhere, shaking them so much that they all dropped their hands and rolled several times on the ground.

They didn't dare linger; they stood up and continued running.

The giant statue stood there blankly, bending down and carefully searching through the desert before it, and in an instant the sand dunes turned upside down like an earth dragon.

The group hurried to escape, but even so, they were still thrown back several times by the swirling air currents.

After repeated fruitless searches, the giant statue made an unexpected move.

It plopped down on the ground, its thick, mountain-like legs kicking wildly, its arms flailing to its sides, and its mouth emitting silent cries.

"Fortunately, it's not very intelligent," Lie Fu said with a wry smile. "Unfortunately, it's a real troublemaker!"

The real baby bear let out a low growl of dissatisfaction at Liefu, who grinned helplessly, "Sorry, sorry, it's not even as good as a bear cub!"

After all that effort, the sand dunes within a few hundred meters instantly turned into quicksand, so soft that you would sink with every step.

Cheng Shuang was fine; Xiong Baobao's momentum remained undiminished, and his steps were firm. Apart from being nervous, the little girl didn't expend much effort.

She thought for a moment, then quickly pulled off the red ribbon with one hand and combed two short little tufts of hair on the bear cub's big head.

The three handsome young men beside him were all covered in dust and dirt. Forget about maintaining their composure, their faces were now completely covered in sand. Naturally, no one noticed the giant bear's head sticking up in a way that didn't suit its appearance.

Especially Hei Zishan, whose originally fair and refined face had turned sallow, with two strange lines in the sallowness.

Fortunately, the kids were busy throwing tantrums, giving them a chance to catch their breath.

"Hiss, Fanzi, why are you crying?" Lie Fu asked in surprise.

Upon closer inspection, Cheng Shuang realized that the lines on Hei Zishan's face were traces of tears, making him look quite disheveled.

Hei Zishan knew his appearance was poor, so he wiped his face, glared at Lie Fu, and smiled at Cheng Shuang against the wind, "Brother just got sand in his eyes." He wasn't crying!

Lie Fu chuckled, not exposing the truth, leaving his friend with a final bit of face.

Hei Zishan clicked his tongue, touched his scalp which was numb from being pulled by Lie Fu, and then, looking displeased, ran his fingers through several loose hairs, intending to grab them and show them to Lie Fu, the culprit. However, the wind was so strong that the hairs flew through his fingers.

Everything happened in just a few minutes. Taking advantage of the giant statue's distraction, the attack from behind intensified.

Although the four people and the bear hid behind the statue, some distance away from the others, they still witnessed the various skills of the other maintainers. In order to survive, the "old folks" used many rare card skills, seizing every opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Whether it was useful or not, hitting someone was a bonus. Even so, most of them still prioritized survival.

Only two or three of them had any real effect on the attack on the giant statue.

Besides the white-haired youth's fire-filled tube being the main force, a slender woman would occasionally enlarge and shrink herself and her companions, and the three of them would cooperate to attack and evade.

"Why didn't she make the white-haired youth and the cannon barrel grow bigger together?" As soon as Kuroko-sen finished speaking, the white-haired youth's figure suddenly grew larger.

He first flicked his cigarette butt at the head of the giant statue, which did little to provoke the enemy, but his contemptuous attitude remained unchanged. Then, he picked up his fire starter and, just as the statue noticed him, struck it with precision, causing half of the giant statue to collapse instantly.

Before the few remaining newlyweds could even cheer, the statue was restored at a speed beyond human comprehension.

The white-haired youth's face was ashen, while the woman beside him who was providing support looked deathly pale and was being dragged along by her companions, clearly indicating that her skills had reached their limit.

The attack failed to defeat the statue; instead, it drew its attention. The towering, massive body quickly rose, its eyes precisely spotting a wisp of white in the yellow sand…

Everyone scattered like a school of fish caught in a shark attack, desperately trying to escape.

The white-haired youth with his unusual hair color cursed and tried to fire another fireball to slow down the oncoming enemy, only to find that his skill was on cooldown.

With legs trembling from excessive mental exertion, he could only resentfully watch as the newcomers, who were supposed to be cannon fodder, overtook him and ran to safer positions.

The sand dunes trembled, and towering shadows nearly covered his entire body. The white-haired youth pounded his weak legs in frustration, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the man and woman closest to him, who had once worked seamlessly with him. Seeing the man struggling to carry the woman forward, he rolled his eyes and let out a loud whistle into the air.

The giant statue's gaze was firmly fixed on the source of the sound.

"Wow, is he aiming for the center position? The most dazzling guy in the crowd!" the hater said smugly. No one could understand the white-haired youth's thoughts; surely he wasn't deliberately sacrificing himself for the sake of the masses!

Cheng Shuang frowned, her delicate brows furrowed, and craned her neck to look intently at the faces of the man and woman who were walking unsteadily.

The yellow sand covered their faces, but their figures looked somewhat familiar to her.

"Oh? I know them!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the white-haired youth moved again.

He raised his hands high and threw them forcefully with the wind. A glowing object landed with a piercing whistle in front of the man and woman. The two, who had just taken a step, seemed to be tripped by something invisible and fell to the sand.

The man's expression changed instantly, his face contorted with hatred as he turned and glared angrily at the white-haired youth.

In a short while, the giant statue that had been chasing the white-haired man shifted its target, its empty eyes locking onto the man and woman. The sound of the wind, the whistling, and the wind speed mixed with the clasping of their hands left the couple no time to react. They embraced each other tightly and closed their eyes in despair.

After a long while, with their eardrums ringing and their minds still foggy, the two heard a sharp whistle fading into the distance. They opened their eyes in disbelief and discovered that the giant statue was chasing a faint point of light, running aimlessly into the distance.

The light spot, like a laser pointer, floats in the air. It doesn't move very fast, but the statue always floats behind it the moment it catches up.

This new toy clearly delighted the mischievous child, who hopped and pounced about energetically, completely ignoring the game of pinching 'ants'. Of course, wherever it went, the crowd scattered.