Zhou Qi glanced at Chen Feng beside him. Chen Feng, understanding the situation, took out several thick wads of cash from his backpack. Seeing that the Guide was still hesitant and about to speak, "No... no."

Upon seeing this, Chen Feng continued to take money out of his backpack without stopping.

The burly Guide, seeing this scene, his face flushed red and he stammered in Chinese, "No, don't take any more, that's enough, enough."

After both sides reached an agreement, they began to act. Led by the Guide, Zhou Qi and his group once again set off on their journey.

The few of them walked cautiously across the Gobi Desert, surrounded by endless yellow sand. The strong wind occasionally whipped up dust, stinging their bodies.

They followed a rugged path, heading deeper into the Gobi Desert. Along the way, the Guide frequently reminded everyone to pay attention to their surroundings.

He said that in this Gobi Desert, besides the Death Worm, there were many other dangerous creatures, such as venomous snakes and scorpions.

As they gradually approached a dry lake, Zhou Qi could clearly feel a tense atmosphere in the air.

He signaled everyone to slow down and remain vigilant at all times.

As for Zhou Qi himself, he focused all his attention on the ground, his Mental Energy constantly exploring downwards, trying to sense every movement of the Death Worm.

Suddenly, he sensed several quite strong life auras, which were undoubtedly the Death Worms.

However, they kept crawling deeper underground, as if they had sensed danger on the surface, which made Zhou Qi feel a bit stumped.

No matter how strong his Mental Power was, he couldn't directly tear open continental plates to pull out Death Worms hundreds of meters underground; if they weren't so deep, it might be possible.

Just then, a sudden "bang" of a gunshot echoed from a distance, the sound reverberating through the empty Gobi Desert, particularly piercing.

Immediately following, a bullet, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, flew towards them like a mad beast.

With a "buzz," just as the bullet was about to reach the group, Zhou Qi's eyes instantly narrowed, a sharp glint flashing in his gaze.

His Mental Power, like an invisible and powerful force, instantly erupted.

This force was like a pair of giant hands forged from steel, steadily pinning the incoming bullet in the Void Realm. The bullet hung motionless in mid-air, as if time itself had paused for it, its tip trembling slightly, reflecting cold light.

Everyone was startled by this sudden turn of events and looked towards the sound.

They saw several blurry figures in the distance, appearing and disappearing in the Gobi Desert's wind and sand. Their outlines were indistinct in the swirling dust, only roughly discernible as human figures, seemingly holding weapons.

The Outer Mongolia Guide beside them instantly turned pale, his eyes filled with fear and panic, and he stammered, "Those are Thieves! There are precious Bactrian wild camels and Gobi wild donkeys in this Gobi Desert, and because their prices are high on the black market, they attract many people to poach."

"These guys, for money, completely disregard laws and morals, and will do anything cruel! Their marksmanship is very accurate, and their methods are extremely ruthless. We didn't bring anything, so let's run first!"

Before Zhou Qi could speak, Laike, who was beside him, could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.

As a Three-Horned Lizardman, his life strength reached 15 points, and his physical fitness far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He didn't even put ordinary small-caliber firearms in his eyes; those bullets hitting him were merely like mosquito bites, unable to cause substantial harm; even with large-caliber individual firearms, it would be difficult for him to be hit with his agile figure.

At this moment, Laike's eyes gleamed with excitement, and the desire for battle burned fiercely in his heart, only wanting to perform now in front of the great Dominator to express his loyalty!

He instantly transformed into a streaking bolt of lightning, kicking up a cloud of yellow sand, and charged swiftly towards the Thieves.

Laike ran incredibly fast across the Gobi Desert, his steps light and steady, as if the endless wind, sand, and rugged terrain could not hinder him at all; he moved as if on flat ground. In just a few strides, he quickly approached the Thieves.

The Thieves, seeing someone charging towards them at such an exaggerated speed, immediately panicked. Their eyes widened, their faces filled with terror, and they hastily raised their firearms, firing wildly at Laike.

"Bang, bang, bang," gunshots echoed continuously across the Gobi Desert, breaking the original silence. Bullets rained down on Laike, kicking up plumes of dust on the ground.

But Laike was simply too fast; all the bullets missed their mark.

He moved nimbly through the hail of bullets, skillfully dodging one after another, relying on his powerful physique and innate agility.

With each dodge, his body performed astonishing movements, whether it was a side-step or a leap, like a dancer performing on stage.

Soon, Laike arrived in front of the Thieves.

A long saber, crafted from special Ore, had appeared in his hand at some point. The blade gleamed with a cold light, reflecting dazzling rays in the sunlight.

Laike leaped high into the air, his entire body like a soaring eagle, and with a loud roar, he brought the long saber down with immense force towards one of the Thieves.

The Thief's eyes widened in terror as he watched the long saber draw closer and closer. He tried to dodge but found his body stiff with fear, unable to react effectively.

With a "thump," the long saber struck his arm, and blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto the yellow sand. He screamed and fell to the ground, rolling in agony, letting out a miserable cry.

Seeing this, the other Thieves all turned their guns towards Laike and fired even more frantically, but Laike showed no fear. His figure was like a ghost, dodging left and right through the hail of bullets.

The long saber in his hand was wielded so tightly that not even a drop of water could get through. Each swing brought forth a strong gust of wind, making the surrounding air produce a "whooshing" sound. The wind scraped against their faces, stinging like a knife.

Under Laike's fierce assault, the Thieves gradually found it difficult to resist.

In just a few moments, they all fell.

Some were cut by the long saber, blood flowing from their wounds; others were sent flying by Laike's powerful force, crashing heavily onto the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The entire process took only a few short minutes. The figures of the Thieves in the distance fell one by one, and the previously noisy gunshots gradually subsided, leaving only the painful groans of the injured Thief echoing solitarily across the vast Gobi Desert.