I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"Back off! Back off quickly! Get out of the quicksand pit!" Ah Ning reacted the fastest. Her voice was sharp and penetrating, instantly drowning out the wailing of the wind-eroded rocks and everyone's rapid breathing.

She swiftly drew the short knife from her waist, her body springing backward like a cheetah, while simultaneously issuing a sharp order. Although the mercenaries were well-trained, witnessing the horrific sight of Chen Yunjin being devoured down to a single strand of hair in mere seconds was enough to snap even the most resilient nerves. Panic, like an invisible plague, instantly spread through the crowd.

"Ah—!" Another piercing scream rang out, not from the swarm of insects, but from another mercenary slightly closer to the edge of the quicksand pit. The sand beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, and he instantly shrank by half, as if his ankle had been bitten by an invisible giant jaw. He frantically waved his arms, trying to grab onto something, his face filled with despair.

"Liu Zi!" A companion next to him cried out in horror, instinctively wanting to rush over and pull him away.

"Don't go over there!" Ling Xiao's voice pierced the chaotic air like an ice pick. "It's hollow below! The entire edge of the quicksand pit is unstable! Do you want to sink in and become food for the bugs?!" He didn't want to save anyone, but having one more person would still be useful to him.

The mercenary, who had tried to save his companion, froze, his outstretched hand hanging in mid-air. He watched helplessly as his comrade, in his desperate struggle, was violently pulled down by an even greater downward force, instantly swallowing him whole, leaving only a crater quickly filled by the quicksand and a muffled groan that abruptly ceased. No red corpse beetles surged forth, but the silent devouring was even more chilling than the previous swarm of insects—beneath this layer of sand seemed to lie a bottomless abyss, a place that preys on its prey, and countless hungry nests.

“Devil City…there really are devils…” A young mercenary’s teeth chattered. He didn’t seem to have much experience. His hand holding the gun was trembling like a reed in the wind.

"Shut up! Move if you don't want to die!" Ah Ning snapped, forcibly suppressing the turmoil within her. She quickly scanned her surroundings, her gaze locking onto a relatively isolated, massive, wind-eroded rock pillar with a seemingly more stable foundation not far away. "Over there! Everyone, move towards that rock! Be quick, but land lightly! Avoid any seemingly soft sand! Old Smoker, you lead the way!"

The veteran mercenary nicknamed "Old Smoker," though equally pale, remained relatively calm. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and growled, "Stay close to me! Follow in my footsteps!" He stopped running and, with an almost crawling, cautious posture, tentatively and step by step, stepped onto the seemingly solid sand, leading the group toward the life-saving rock.

Wu Xie felt as if his legs were filled with lead, each step as heavy as a thousand pounds. The sand beneath his feet seemed to come alive, as if it might crack open at any moment, spewing out those hellish blood worms. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, trying to use the pain to dispel the image of Chen Yunjin's convulsions and the nauseating gnawing sounds in his mind. The strong smell of blood and the rusty, sweet-smelling stench mixed with the dry dust of the desert assaulted his nostrils, making his stomach churn.

The fat man followed beside him, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, muttering curses under his breath: "Damn it... damn it... that old hag Xi Wangmu, her welcoming ceremony is way too damn enthusiastic! I, Fatty, can't handle it!" Despite his fear, he didn't lose his usual glib tongue.