Yellow sand filled the sky, stinging as it lashed against their skin.
Manda stared despairingly at the suddenly appearing squad of Snake-People. The joy of returning fully laden had long since vanished without a trace. The Snake-People's cruelty was no joke. This squad alone had several eight-star Dou Zhes, while they had only one seven-star Dou Zhe—himself.
"Finally found you!"
A voice rang out abruptly, and the atmosphere instantly fell silent.
Manda followed the voice with hope in his eyes, only for that hope to turn into deeper disappointment. The owner of that voice was actually a young man.
"Haha, another one looking to die!" The Snake-People burst into laughter when they saw the youthful figure.
Not only the Snake-People, but even the mercenaries stopped paying attention to Xiao Le. They readied themselves for battle, their expressions carrying a touch of grim resolve.
Xiao Le could not possibly watch these mercenaries die before his eyes. With a helpless bitter smile, he thought, The capable ones have to do more work.
His figure flickered and vanished. A bolt of lightning exploded where he had stood. Manda only felt a gust brush past him, but the Snake-People squad before him had already collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, none had suffered fatal injuries.
"Your grace in saving our lives can never be repaid. I hope, young friend, that you will visit our Sand Snake Mercenary Group and give us a chance to repay you!"
Seeing how formidable Xiao Le was, Manda hurriedly stepped forward and spoke respectfully.
Xiao Le shook his head, declining Manda's invitation. "You should leave first. I still need these Snake-People to help me with something!"
Manda immediately understood that Xiao Le was dismissing them. He could only thank him, bid farewell, and leave.
Only after Manda and his group