"There are indeed some rustling sounds, like there are many Red Scorpions."
Dongfang Mosheng furrowed his brows. These past few days they had not been attacked by the Red Scorpions, which had made everyone somewhat immune to their presence in the Red Scorpion Desert. It was unexpected that the Red Scorpions would show their true colors come nightfall.
Dugu Xiaojin sprinted off, covering around seven or eight li, and indeed saw groups of Red Scorpions ahead.
Some of the scorpions were hiding under the sand, while others were crawling on the ground, indistinguishable from rocks on the sand if not observed carefully, easily overlooked.
They had not launched an attack rashly; they seemed organized and orderly, obviously following orders.
The distribution of the Red Scorpions was worse than expected; they had quietly surrounded their camp.
Once it was deep into the night and everyone was asleep, they would launch their assault, the consequences of which were unbearable to imagine.
