Translator: XephiZ
Editor: Aelryinth
Zhao Manyan's face turned pale as his eyes opened wide, filled with horror.
There were around thirty White Sand Demons nearby, and their shining sand sabers were only inches away from him. Zhao Manyan shivered when he recalled the deaths of the Magicians.
Didn't they say everything was going to be alright? Why did so many demon beasts show themselves when he had only taken a few steps?
Zhao Manyan could not even make any sound, it felt like something was stuck in his throat.
He almost subconsciously activated his armor equipment and cast a defensive Spell...
However, he immediately remembered Xinxia's words in the midst of his panic.
He was quite impressed by himself, as anyone else would have totally shit their pants by now. How could anyone possibly remember her warning?