59: Chapter 59 Attack

However, before the five of them had walked for long, Byron's expression suddenly changed, and his figure rapidly retreated.

At the same time, Dylan also shouted, "Careful, there's danger!"

As for the others, they also noticed the problem and hurriedly dodged aside.

The next moment, before everyone could steady themselves, a Worm Race, significantly larger than a typical one, suddenly burst out of the ground.

And the spot where it broke through the ground was exactly where the group had been standing just moments before.

If they hadn't dodged in time, someone present would certainly have been snapped up by it.

Just as everyone was catching their breath, Dylan shouted again.

"Don't lose focus! There's more than just this one Worm Race around here!"

Hearing this, everyone was startled and quickly prepared for battle.

Just as Dylan finished his warning, seven or eight more Worm Race creatures burst out from around the first one, baring their fangs and claws as they sensed the disturbances nearby.

Seeing this scene, everyone present broke out in a cold sweat.

They never expected to encounter an attack by so many Worm Race creatures without having even ventured very far into the Desert.

At the same time, the looks the group cast at Byron, who stood beside them, were filled with a hint of astonishment.

It was truly unimaginable how Byron had managed to walk out of this Desert in such an environment without suffering too much damage.

But at this moment, seeing this scene, Byron's expression also became somewhat grim.

Previously in the Desert, although he had nearly perished, it was only when facing that Crystal Core Guardian.

At other times, the conditions in the Desert were only slightly more dangerous than outside, and such a situation had never occurred before.

What on earth is going on?!

Seeing this, Elena shouted to Dylan, "President, what do we do now?! Do we go around them and continue forward, or do we take them out?!"

Hearing Elena's question, Dylan, standing in the middle of the group, looked at the crouching Worm Race creatures, his face showing a bitter smile.

"I'm afraid it's not a matter of whether we want to leave now, but whether they will let us leave."

Byron, standing behind the group, also shouted, "Careful, those Worm Race creatures are about to attack."

Before his voice had even faded, the crouching Worm Race creatures shot forward like arrows released from a bow, rushing toward them and kicking up waves of sand.

The next second, the three Worm Race creatures in the lead rushed up to a Wizard Apprentice with a black mole on his face, who was at the very front, and opened their blood-red maws.

The Wizard Apprentice with the black mole, seeing the blood-red maws right before him, showed no panic at all; his figure flickered, dodging the three maws.

At the same time, a white crystal emitting waves of cold air suddenly appeared where he had originally been standing.

The next moment, the white crystal rapidly expanded, instantly encasing the three Worm Race creatures that couldn't dodge in time, and then shattered.

Ice crystals containing the severed limbs of the Worm Race scattered everywhere, but the others had no time to pay attention to this change.

Just as that Wizard Apprentice with the black mole dodged, the other Worm Race creatures also rushed up to the other Wizard Apprentices, and Byron, who was hiding at the back, was no exception.

A mid-sized Worm Race creature rushed right in front of Byron.

Facing this situation, Byron's expression remained calm, and his body didn't make any dodging movements; he just stood there blankly, motionless.

But just at this moment, a translucent arm appeared in the air, without any fluctuations, and without attracting any attention.

It appeared unexpectedly right behind the Worm Race creature that was rushing toward Byron.

'Mage Hand' pierced with extreme precision into the interior of the Worm Race's body through the gaps in its crystalline exoskeleton.

The next second, following a faint, crisp sound, the frenzied expression on the Worm Race's face instantly froze, and its previously powerful body went limp at that moment.

The corpse slid all the way to Byron's feet due to momentum.

However, Byron didn't even glance at it; he scanned his surroundings, identified a direction, and began to run wildly.

As he sprinted away, Byron also shouted, "This way!"

At the same time, the others on the field had also dealt with the Worm Race creatures rushing at them and noticed Byron's movements.

Elena, who had grown a pair of cat ears and a tail, and Dylan, whose body was radiating a terrifying force field, were the first to react, rapidly retracting their aura and returning to their normal appearance, while chasing in the direction Byron had run.

As for the other two, after a slight hesitation, they also began to sprint.

The second they spent hesitating wasn't because they were wondering whether to run, but because they were wondering whether to follow Byron.

But after seeing Elena and Dylan's actions, as well as Byron's battle record, they no longer hesitated.

And at this moment, they didn't care whether the vibrations caused by such sprinting would be detected by the Worm Race underground, because they had already done something even more fatal just a moment ago.

Casting spells!

Those energy fluctuations were even more attractive to the Worm Race than vibrations.

Just a few minutes after the five of them left the area where they had fought, Worm Race creatures kept poking their heads out from beneath the Desert.

In the blink of an eye, that area had already been occupied and filled by the Worm Race.

Countless Worm Race creatures rolled and surged upon it, a veritable frenzy of a maggot tide!

The five people, who had sprinted away after disengaging from the battle, only slowed down and gasped for breath after they could no longer sense any danger.

At the same time, everyone kept scanning themselves and each other.

Checking if anyone's alchemy powder had failed, thus attracting so many Worm Race creatures.

But after checking around, they found nothing.

"What was that about just now? Why would so many Worm Race creatures attack us at the same time? I remember we didn't cause much vibration, did we?!"

Just at this moment, the Wizard Apprentice with the black mole furrowed his brows, looked at Byron, and asked with a hint of questioning tone in his voice.

Before Byron could answer, Elena couldn't help but frown and growl, "Jimmy, what do you mean by this? Are you suspecting that my junior brother is hiding something from you?!"

The Wizard Apprentice with the black mole, named Jimmy, seeing Elena speak up, hurriedly explained, "Elena, it's not like that, I was just..."

Elena interrupted, "You were just what? You were just..."

Byron stepped forward at this time and patted Elena's arm, interrupting her.

He was very grateful that Elena could speak up to defend him, but he had to make this matter clear, otherwise this team would definitely develop rifts.

By then, let alone continuing, it would be a blessing if they didn't stab each other in the back.

Don't forget that they were all Wizards.

Byron shook his head and sighed, "I don't know what happened either; I never encountered such a situation when I traveled through the Desert alone before."

Once these words were spoken, everyone present fell into silence, not knowing what they were all thinking.

They all had their own means to confirm whether what Byron said was the truth, and this was one of the reasons they fell into silence.

And another reason was that they all knew in their hearts.

If they didn't get to the bottom of this, they could forget about finding the Mother Nest or attacking the Mother Nest; they might as well pack up and go home early.

There didn't need to be many such attacks; as long as they happened every now and then, let alone the main force entering the Desert later, even they would suffer heavy losses.

Because no one could manage to remain on guard against the Worm Race's incessant attacks, twenty-four hours a day, without a single moment of relaxation.

The Worm Race had many opportunities to try, and it didn't matter if they failed many times, but as long as they succeeded once, there would definitely be casualties in the team.

In this way, it was easy to fall into a vicious cycle.

In the end, it was very likely that only one or two people would be able to escape the Desert in a sorry state.