The groans were particularly jarring in the silent environment, each one like a heavy hammer, striking hard at everyone's hearts, making them feel uneasy.
Laike ignored everything, his eyes cold, and strode over to the groaning Thief.
The long blade in his hand was still dripping with blood, and each drop of blood fell onto the yellow sand, instantly absorbed by the dry sand, leaving only small dark red dots.
Under the sunlight, the long blade shimmered with a strange light, as if it were a murderous weapon from Hell, emitting a chilling aura.
Laike looked down at the injured man, with no trace of pity in his eyes, only cold scrutiny, as if the person in front of him was nothing more than an insignificant ant.
At this moment, Laike exuded a chilling aura; his strong physique and resolute expression, to the Thieves, were like a War God returning from the battlefield, carrying the scent of blood and Kill from battle, making people dare not look directly at him.
Zhou Qi's burly Guide, seeing this scene from a distance, immediately turned pale, looked around, and unconsciously stepped back.
Chen Feng, on the other hand, glanced at the two Parasites beside him, and the two, as if receiving an order, escorted the desperately struggling Guide to Zhou Qi's side.
The Guide's face was filled with terror, his eyes wide, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out, filled with fear of the unknown and dread of Zhou Qi and the others.
His body trembled incessantly, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, fragile and helpless.
He was still mumbling some unintelligible Mongolian words, and listening closely, it seemed he was begging for mercy, his voice filled with endless despair.
Zhou Qi looked at the brought Guide, his expression calm, but his tone carried an undeniable authority: "Don't be afraid, as long as you cooperate well, we won't harm you."
As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes for the Parasite to release its restraint on the Guide.
The Parasite understood Zhou Qi's meaning and slowly released his hands; the Guide moved his somewhat numb body, which had been restrained, but dared not make any attempt to escape.
He just stood there trembling, occasionally stealing glances at Zhou Qi and Laike in the distance, his body still shaking uncontrollably.
His gaze was full of fear and confusion, not knowing what these strange people were going to do to him, wishing he hadn't been so greedy for the money.
Soon, Laike, with a slow motion of his left and right hands, brought two Thieves to Zhou Qi's front, one in each hand, and then replayed the slow motion with his left and right hands, bringing the other Thief over as well.
Zhou Qi saw that all three were unconscious, and his Mental Power transformed into fine threads, directly entering their minds, roughly observing their memory fragments, and finding nothing new.
And these three Thieves were stimulated by this sudden Mental Power impact that wanted to tear their Souls, and woke up.
As soon as they opened their eyes, they saw Laike's figure, emanating a dangerous aura, and were immediately scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
One of them had a face as pale as paper, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and he cried out loudly: "Monster! This is a monster! What exactly are you things!"
His voice, sharpened by fear, echoed in the vast Gobi Desert, as if to rip through the silent desert.
The other two were also terrified, struggling desperately with their bodies, trying to break free from the ropes and escape this terrible place, but their hands and feet were tightly bound, making it impossible to move an inch; they could only twist their bodies in vain, their eyes filled with despair.
Their faces were covered in fear, and large beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, mixing with the dust, making them look disheveled.
Zhou Qi looked at them, pondering that the Death Worms underground might be too sensitive to danger; because of his and the others' presence, they had not dared to show their heads.
Although these three Thieves were extremely wicked, they now had another use, he thought; why not use them as bait to lure the Death Worms out from underground.
So, Zhou Qi said to the two Parasites: "Tie them up and throw them into that open area ahead. Be careful not to tie them too tightly, so they can still move a little."
The Parasites obeyed and quickly dragged the three Thieves to the designated location.
The three Thieves struggled and cursed incessantly, spewing all sorts of unpleasant words, but under the strong pull of the Parasites, they were completely unable to resist.
After being dragged to the open ground, they continued to twist their bodies, trying to break free from the ropes, their eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.
They cursed and threatened Zhou Qi and the others, unaware of the fate that awaited them.
Zhou Qi and the others hid in the distance, nervously staring at the three Thieves, not daring to make a sound; time seemed to freeze, passing slowly, every second filled with torment.
The Thieves' wounds continuously bled, rapidly spreading across the dry yellow sand, soaking a large area of land.
The crimson color, against the yellow sand, was particularly dazzling.
As blood continued to flow, the three men's faces grew paler, their lips cracked, and their bodies gradually lost strength.
They initially continued to curse, but by now they were parched, their voices growing weaker and weaker, finally only able to emit intermittent, fear-filled pleas for mercy.
Zhou Qi paid no attention to this; his eyes were fixed on the ground, his attention entirely on the blood seeping into the earth, a hint of anticipation in his gaze.
Suddenly, a glint flashed in his eyes; he saw small bumps rising unexpectedly from the flat ground, as if something was eagerly pushing from underground.
These small bumps extended rapidly towards the location of the three Thieves, and wherever they passed, the ground trembled slightly, raising a fine layer of dust.
The three Thieves also noticed the anomaly; they widened their eyes, their faces filled with terror.
One of them screamed in horror: "What is this thing! Run!" But they were tightly bound and could not escape, only struggling desperately in place.
Their screams echoed in the vast Gobi Desert, shrill and despairing, like a death knell, further stimulating the hidden danger underground.
"Puff," "Puff," "Puff," "Puff," a series of muffled thuds broke the dead silence of the Gobi Desert.
A total of four Death Worms burst out of the ground, bringing up large amounts of yellow sand.
These Death Worms were astonishingly large, each nearly three meters long, their crimson bodies like giant intestines, their surfaces looking wet, shimmering with a strange light under the sunlight, as if they were demons crawled out from the abyss of Hell.
Strangely, from their appearance, it was impossible to distinguish where the head was and where the tail was.