It was obvious that Zhu Wen held a very pessimistic attitude towards the current situation.
"I told you, I told you. This desert is full of dangers, it's impossible to have everything under control."
"Now it's bad; those sand bandits won't let us go. They not only want to rob us of our possessions but also drink our blood and eat our flesh."
The old demon's heart nearly stopped. If it were the sand bandits he had encountered before, there might have been a bit of acquaintance, and perhaps they could negotiate, but now these faces occupying the Yellow Sand Ruins were strangers, who knows where they came from.
"Wait a moment; let me negotiate with them."
Zhu Wen sighed, walking forward alone toward the bandits.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several arrows pierced into the yellow sand in front of him, their force powerful and swift as meteors.
The three arrows lined up neatly, clearly not due to poor aim but deliberately.
