"Can’t dig him out..." Duren Burg looked up at the incoming scorpions that were rolling together with the sand: "then, we are left with no other choice..."
Fanta Kunge nodded as he revealed a grave expression. He had just recovered and was not sure if he could survive this time with the strength of a Demon Fighter. On top of that, they couldn’t leave! If he wanted to save his own butt, he could just run and hide. The cave was a perfect shelter, and it was right behind him...
But what about Qian Jin? Sand scorpions had such a delicate sense of smell that they could spot an injured prey from miles away. They must have come here because they tasted the blood from Qian Jin’s wounds.
If they ran, Qian Jin would definitely die!
Cech Flet looked at the weapons under his feet and the boiling sand bove Qian Jin’s head. "Did you predict they would come after us? So you left your weapons here?" He thought.
