Thud! Thud!
Amid the screeching sounds being made by the countless mutated desert scorpions, prominent thudding sounds reverberated as the lady mercenary and Mr. Sandstorm led the pack.
In moments, the tunnel was already filled to the brim with the desert scorpions. Their numbers were staggering, virtually uncountable to the tourists which only served to induce more despair in them.
Their fragile bodies moved savagely like rabid dogs, their poisonous tails stung repeatedly at the air, producing crisp swiping sounds all for the objective of getting that juicy human flesh.
Despite their current numbers and the fact that more of them were appearing, none of the tourists dared to hesitate as they followed behind the 2 individuals leading the team.
Mr. Sandstorm had a strange spiked weapon as his main weapon compared to other mercenaries, and it was frighteningly effective against the scorpions.