The three-meter-tall white sand demon soldiers transformed from the white sand have lined up in four or five rows. They surrounded the pair of hunting mages who broke into the Shawang River.
As a result, rows of white sand knives fell down one after another. These sand knives were not like normal sharp weapons. Their blades were extremely blunt. After being chopped down, they completely smashed the hunting mages to pieces.
So, flesh and blood flew everywhere!
The moonlight is blue-white, and the entire Shawang River is off-white, so the bright red smeared on the ground looks even more eye-catching and creepy!
Mo Fan stared. Although he had no intention of rescuing them, the speed of death of these people was still too fast. Their magic defense was not weak, but they could not resist so many white sand demon soldiers. The swords and axes add up!
The defense was shattered in an instant, and the screams still echoed in the empty desert, extremely sad!
"Oh my God!" Zhao Manyan exclaimed from behind Mo Fan.
Mo Fan turned around and found that everyone had woken up from the tent.
Xinxia and Chen Ying both covered their mouths, their Shui Lingling eyes widened to the extreme. It was obvious that they had also seen the scene just now.
The horror of the Shawang River far exceeded their imagination. It felt like an ordinary person jumping into a river full of ferocious sharks, and being torn to pieces in an instant, making it difficult to resist.
"Why don't we just treat it as a trip to Dunhuang this time and go back wherever we need to go?" Zhao Manyan said as his scalp became numb and his limbs became weak.
Zhao Manyan knew from the previous secret scroll that the Shawang River was the most notorious forbidden area in Dunhuang. Countless hunters have lost their lives here, but what they saw with their own eyes today, Zhao Manyan completely felt the trembling from his soul. If the hunting mages hadn’t been chased by a group of sand roaring tigers for some reason, they would probably not be able to enjoy the sand tomorrow. The journey to the underworld of the Weapon Formation is just a few of them.
"We...don't we have Xinxia here? It should...shouldn't be as miserable as them." A bold person like Zhang Xiaohou is already speechless.
Chen Ying and Xin Xia didn't speak for a long time. After all, such a bloody scene would take some time for them to make some psychological adjustments. After an unknown amount of time, Chen Ying stared at her eyes and said to Xin Xia: " Can your psychic magic really pacify these monster soldiers? If something goes wrong, wouldn't everyone be just like them?"
Xinxia thought for a while before seriously nodding her head, and said softly: "The blood-stained white sand demon soldiers just now were in a violent mood. If we passed through this area, it would definitely be a disaster, but as long as we walked through those areas, it would be very bad. Move forward in areas that are not stained with the smell of blood. I can guarantee that they will not attack us."
"But even like this, I still feel a little scared. If something happens, we will all be here." Zhao Manyan said in a cold voice.
At this time, Lingling glanced disdainfully at the two people who were so timid that they were about to shrink back, and said calmly: "Those idiots. Just forget about disturbing six or seven Sand Howling Tigers by digging their own graves. They still rushed into the Shawang River without knowing whether they were alive, and if they fought to the death with the Sand Howling Tiger, they might still have a chance to escape. Stepping into the Shawang River with such a big movement like them is no different from jumping into hell. The few of us only need to Be careful. In addition, Sister Xinxia’s spiritual magic protects us, so it’s no different from crossing a dry river."
At this time, Xinxia also recovered from the panic, and she said with certainty: "If we follow the plan we made, there will definitely be no problem, but everyone must remember: before you get my permission, You must not use any magic in the Sand River. Once the aura of destructive magic is fluctuating, these white sand demon soldiers will subconsciously attack us, and by then the situation will be out of control."
Zhao Manyan and Chen Ying both nodded. They also knew that it was unrealistic to use their own power to compete with these demon soldiers in Shawang River, but as long as there were spiritual mages around, everything would be fine.
Everyone returned to the tent with this shock, and they still didn't sleep well all night.
After all, the terrifying Shawang River is less than twenty meters away. God knows whether those terrifying white sand demon soldiers will crawl to the shore and attack the people on the shore.
With this uneasiness, everyone stayed up until dawn. The red sun in the east fell on the Shawang River with a bright red brilliance. The blood of the people last night had dried, but it was illuminated by the bright red sun like this. , still so clear, reminding them that this giant river of white sand is definitely not as peaceful as it looks, and it is a place of narrow escape!
"How about one of us go down first and give it a try? It would be better than being wiped out all at once." Zhao Manyan said weakly.
"I also think this is good. Now that everyone has a clear idea, the question is who will go down." Mo Fan looked at Zhao Manyan with evil intentions.
At this time, Zhang Xiaohou was very sensible and did not show off. Leave this heroic task to Zhao Manyan.
Zhao Manyan really wanted to give himself a slap in the face. He was so full that he had to hold on. Why would he have such an extra mouth?
He still held on to a glimmer of hope, and said to Zhang Xiaohou with a smile: "You are a soldier. You have first-rate courage, and you have two displacement skills. You can run fast no matter what happens, so I'll leave it to you."
Zhang Xiaohou waved his hand hurriedly and said to Zhao Manyan seriously: "I heard from Brother Fan that your defense is comparable to a thousand-year-old turtle. I think even if those white sand demon soldiers appear, your heavy protection will not be able to support us. Come to save you.”
Zhao Manyan looked at Mo Fan with a look of help.
Mo Fan shrugged and said with a serious face: "I am the DPS in this team, so this kind of thing is more suitable for you two."
Zhao Manyan looked helpless and looked back at Xinxia.
"Go ahead, you'll be fine, but you still have to remember not to use any magic until I give you clear instructions. That will only put you in danger..." Xinxia said softly.
Zhao Manyan had no choice but to walk into the Shawang River. How could he describe his mood as uneasy?
He tiptoed, his heart beating violently every time he stepped on the white sand!
The sound of whimpering wind coming from the front came to his ears. To him, it seemed that it was not a giant river that had dried up at all, but a terrifying road to the underworld.
"Boom~~~~~~!"
Before he took a few steps, layers of white sand waves appeared around Zhao Manyan! ! !
Dozens of white sand demon soldiers suddenly appeared next to him!
They stand majestically, their tall bodies like warriors wearing white armor! (To be continued.)
