The three-meter-tall White Sand Demon Soldiers formed by the white sand had already formed four to five rows, surrounding the Hunter Magicians who had intruded into the Drifting Sand River.
As a result, rows of white sand sabers fell down. These sand sabers were not like ordinary sharp weapons. Their blades were extremely blunt, and the Hunter Magicians were completely smashed into pieces.
As a result, flesh and blood splattered everywhere!
The moonlight was bluish-white, while the entire Drifting Sand River was beige. As a result, the blood splattered on the ground was even more eye-catching, causing one's hair to stand on end!
Mofan opened his eyes wide. Although he did not have any intention of saving them, the speed at which these people were dying was too fast. Their Magic Defense was not weak, but there was no way they could withstand the combined attacks of so many White Sand Demon Soldiers!
His defense was shattered in an instant, and his screams were still echoing in the empty desert. It was incomparably mournful!
"Heavens!" At that moment, Zhao Manyan's exclamation came from behind Mofan.
Mofan turned around and realized that everyone had woken up from their tents.
Xinxia and Chen Ying covered their mouths, while Shui Ling Ling's eyes were wide open. It was obvious that they had also witnessed the scene.
The terror of the Drifting Sand River had far exceeded their imagination. It was as if a normal person had jumped into a river filled with ferocious sharks, and was instantly torn into pieces, unable to withstand the onslaught.
"Why don't we just treat this trip as a trip to Dunhuang, and go back to wherever we are supposed to go?" said Zhao Manyan, feeling his scalp going numb and his limbs going weak.
From the Secret Tipping Scroll, Zhao Manyan knew that the Drifting Sand River was the most dangerous forbidden area in Dunhuang. Countless Hunters had lost their lives here, but after witnessing it with his own eyes, Zhao Manyan could feel his soul trembling. If it were not for the Hunter Magicians being chased by a group of Sand Howl Tigers for some reason, perhaps they would be the ones enjoying the Sand Saber Formation tomorrow.
"Don't … don't we have Xinxia with us? I shouldn't … shouldn't be as miserable as them, right? "Zhang Xiaohou, a daring person, was already stuttering.
Chen Ying and Xinxia remained silent for a long time. They needed some time to adjust their minds after witnessing such a bloody scene. After some time, Chen Ying glared at Xinxia and asked, "Can your Psychic Magic really pacify these demon soldiers? If something goes wrong, wouldn't everyone end up like them? "
Xinxia pondered for a moment before nodding seriously. She said softly, "The White Sand Daemon Soldiers that were stained with blood are in a violent mood. If we were to go through this area, we would be in grave danger. However, as long as we go through the areas that aren't stained with blood, I can guarantee that they won't attack us."
"Even so, I'm still scared. If something goes wrong, we're all going to die here," said Zhao Manyan coldly.
Ling Ling glanced at the two cowardly people disdainfully and said calmly, "Those idiots, not only did they dig their own graves and startle seven Sand Howl Tigers, they even dared to barge into the Drifting Sand River. If they were to fight the Sand Howl Tigers to the death, they might still have a chance to escape. However, if they were to step into the Drifting Sand River like that, it's no different than jumping into Hell themselves. As long as we're careful, and with the protection of Sister Xinxia's Psychic Magic, it'll be no different from crossing a dry river. "
Meanwhile, Xinxia had also recovered from her shock. She said confidently, "If we follow the plan we came up with, there won't be any problems. However, everyone must remember this: Do not cast any spells in the Drifting Sand River without my permission. Once the presence of a destructive spell is detected, the White Sand Daemon Soldiers will instinctively attack us. When that happens, the situation will go out of control."
Zhao Manyan and Chen Ying nodded. They knew that it was unrealistic to fight against the Drifting Sand River Daemon Soldiers with their own strength. However, as long as they had a Psychic Magician with them, everything would be fine.
Everyone returned to their tents with a lingering fear. They could not sleep well the entire night.
After all, the terrifying Drifting Sand River was less than twenty meters away from them. Who knew if the terrifying White Sand Daemon Soldiers would climb up to the shore and attack them?
Everyone stayed up until dawn with the uneasiness in their hearts. The red sun in the east shone down on the Drifting Sand River. The blood of the group of people from last night had dried up, but it was still as clear as before when it was illuminated by the rising sun. It reminded them that the giant river made of white sand was not as calm as it looked. It was a place of great danger!
"Why don't one of us go down first? It's better than being wiped out all of a sudden," said Zhao Manyan softly.
"I think it's a good idea, too. That way, everyone will have a better idea of what to do. The problem is, who's going to go down first?" Mofan stared at Zhao Manyan maliciously.
Zhang Xiaohou was smart enough not to show off. He left the brave task to Zhao Manyan.
Zhao Manyan really wanted to slap himself in the face. Why did he have to be so nosy?
He still had a glimmer of hope. He smiled at Zhang Xiaohou and said, "You're a soldier. You're brave, and you have two movement skills. If anything happens, you'll be able to run away quickly. I'll leave it to you."
Zhang Xiaohou quickly waved his hand and said to Zhao Manyan with a serious face, "I heard from Brother Fan that your defense is comparable to a thousand-year-old tortoise. I think even if those White Sand Daemon Soldiers appear, with your heavy defense, you should be able to hold on until we come to save you."
Zhao Manyan looked at Mofan for help.
Mofan shrugged and said with a serious face, "I'm the DPS of this party. Only the two of you are suitable for this kind of task."
Zhao Manyan had a helpless expression. He turned around and glanced at Xinxia.
"Go ahead, it'll be fine. However, remember not to use any magic before I give you a clear order. That will only put you in danger …" Xinxia said gently.
Zhao Manyan braced himself and walked toward the Drifting Sand River. How could he be described as nervous?
He tiptoed forward. Every time he took a step on the white sand, his heart would beat violently!
He could hear the whimpering sound of the wind in front of him. In his eyes, it was not a dried up river, but a terrifying Yellow Spring Road.
"Bang ~!"
Before Zhao Manyan could take a few steps, layers of white sand waves appeared around him!
? Dozens of White Sand Daemon Soldiers suddenly appeared beside him!
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