In the middle of the loosening sand and the rapidly expanding sand hole, a huge snake as wide as 3 humans combined rapidly slithered up the hole, its pitch-black eyes trained on the humans.
Just from a glance, Mr. Sandstorm’s heart went cold in horror. He knew what this monster was, a desert snake that mutated due to the changes in the desert.
Locals in the city of the desert referred to it as the maneater. Legends say that it descended from the legendary Basilisk, making it a terrifying monster in the world of gold.
Most of them had the power of 2nd rank high-grade soldiers, but Mr. Sandstorm was sure that one as big as this definitely had stronger power, which directly translated to 3rd rank power.
“Turn back!” He roared in horror.
Without even confirming if the tourists heard his order, Mr. Sandstorm rapidly turned and started sprinting away as he muttered some words to his 7 companions in their native language.