464 Panic in the River (2/2)

Everyone went back to the tents with a perturbed mind, and none of them managed to get a good night's sleep.

After all, the Drifting Sand River was only less than twenty meters from them. Who knew if the terrifying White Sand Demons would attack those on the shore in the morning…

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Everyone bore their uneasiness until morning, as the red sun rising in the east shone its rays down on the Drifting Sand River. The blood of the group of Hunters had dried up in the wind, but the stains were as clear as before under the crimson light, reminding them that the enormous white sand river was not as calm as it appeared, but rather a place with a slim chance of survival!

”Why don't someone among us go and try it out? It's better than the whole squad getting wiped out,” Zhao Manyan asked weakly.

”I think that's a great idea, as everyone would be convinced that the plan works. The question is, who's going to do it?” replied Mo Fan, with a hint of mischievousness.

Zhang Xiaohou clearly knew it was not the best time to volunteer himself. He gave Zhao Manyan the chance to do the honor.

Zhao Manyan felt like giving himself a slap to the face. Was he too bored after filling his stomach, what was he thinking, voicing such a suggestion?

He still had a glimpse of hope, and said to Zhang Xiaohou smilingly, ”You're a brave soldier, with two movement Spells. You can run away if something goes wrong, I'll let you do it.”

Zhang Xiaohou waved his hands and said to Zhang Xiaohou sternly, ”Brother Fan has told me that your defense is like a thousand-years-old turtle. I bet even if the White Sand Demons appeared, your defense is able to last long enough for us to come and rescue you.”

Zhao Manyan glanced at Mo Fan pleadingly.

Mo Fan shrugged and said with seriously, ”I'm the party's DPS, I'm sure that either of you two is a better candidate.”

Zhao Manyan wore a helpless look and turned around, glancing at Xinxia.

”Go for it, it will be fine, as long as you remember that you must not cast any spell until I tell you otherwise, as it will only place you in grave danger...” Xinxia said gently.

Zhao Manyan braced himself and walked toward the Drifting Sand River. Anxiety was not the only thing he was feeling at that instant.

He tiptoed his way forward, each step on the sand making his heart beat vigorously!

He could hear the howling of the wind coming in his direction. In his eyes, it did not feel like a dried river, but a terrifying path to the netherworld.

He had only taken a few steps when tides of white sand rose from his surroundings!

More than ten White Sand Demons appeared beside him out of nowhere!

They stood imperiously, their bulky figures resembling samurai in white armor!