"Brother Yan, they're trying to forcefully devour us." Tan Qiu gritted his teeth and said.
Yan Luo's expression was grave, and his aura had already burst forth.
The twin blades on his back were drawn out, tightly held in his hands.
"If we have to fight aggressively, everyone must maintain formation. Just keep it up—what is there to be afraid of? You've been sand walking for so many years and haven't seen a few sandworms?" Yan Luo shouted angrily.
His words were akin to giving everyone a sedative.
Everyone's eyes began to shift from panic to slowly becoming steadfast and fierce.
Yet those sandworms were not intimidated by Yan Luo's aura.
Once they slowly floated up from the sandy ground, they immediately launched an attack on their caravan.
Endless sandworms surged in from all directions like a tide, opening their mouths ready to bite them.
Some even launched venom attacks, with the sprayed venom rapidly striking them like bullets.
