Night fell. Two tents stood in the Gobi Desert, where the temperature difference between day and night was extreme. The cold had already begun to run rampant.
The girls had gone into the tents to rest long ago, leaving only Lan Yu and Zhao Manyan to take turns keeping watch.
Lan Yu was on duty for the second half of the night. Fortunately, his constitution was already far stronger than before, and this kind of cold was nothing to him.
Thud, thud, thud~
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic noise came from the distance.
Lan Yu summoned the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger and had it guard the tents, then went to investigate the source of the noise.
The sound grew closer, but it was still some distance from their campsite.
Under the bleak moonlight, Lan Yu hid in a narrow crevice in a rock wall, where he had a clear view of an open plain ahead.
He saw six or seven Sand Roar Tigers roaring as they chased something.
Looking past the Sand Roar Tigers, he spotted the same group of hunting mages they had encountered two days ago.
The group had long since lost their way in panic and plunged straight into the Sand-Lost River.
Before long, they had run four or five hundred meters into the river.
The Sand Roar Tigers chased them to the bank, but didn't dare go any farther. They stared at the human mages who had fled into the Sand-Lost River and roared, their voices full of the regret and fury of a duck that had been right at their beaks, only to fly away.
Lan Yu couldn't be bothered to watch what happened next. The White Sand Demon Soldiers chopped the hunting mages into a paste. They were dead as dead could be.