"Yang Qianrou, take the people and head to the oasis. You don't need to worry about this place."
Ning Beichen shouted at Yang Qianrou.
He didn't feel discouraged; instead, the sand demon stirred his fighting spirit. He decided to stay and have a good fight with this sand demon!
"Yes, Commander."
Yang Qianrou didn't hesitate and quickly retreated with the others, knowing that staying would only be a burden to Ning Beichen.
Roar!
The sand demon let out a furious roar, and instantly, sand from the ground flew up, forming a terrifying sandstorm that attacked Ning Beichen.
The roaring wind and sand, like knives, struck the ground, creating numerous potholes as large as basketballs. Soon, the sandstorm enveloped Ning Beichen.
Under the sand demon's control, tiny grains of sand became as potent as weapons, like a swarm of bees, destroying all life in their path.
"Bore Jin Shen!"
In the sandstorm, Ning Beichen's body emitted a faint golden glow. Although he was only at the third level of Bore Jin Shen, it was enough to withstand the sandstorm's assault.
Countless grains of sand struck Ning Beichen, colliding with his Bore Jin Shen, making sounds like iron being hammered, yet they couldn't harm him in the slightest.
After about ten minutes, the sandstorm finally subsided powerlessly, revealing Ning Beichen's unyielding figure, which made Yang Qianrou and the others in the distance cheer.
Seeing that the sandstorm couldn't destroy Ning Beichen, the sand demon finally abandoned its illusions. It raised its massive foot and stomped down at Ning Beichen.
With a rumbling sound, the sand demon's foot was half the size of a basketball court. When it descended, it was like a mountain pressing down from the sky.
And Ning Beichen, beneath the sand demon's colossal foot, was like a self-overestimating ant trying to defy heaven.
"Commander..."
Seeing this scene, Yang Qianrou and the others' eyes widened in horror.
"Give me the arrows."
Yang Qianrou shouted, and the people beside her quickly threw their bows and arrows to her.
Yang Qianrou, holding the bow and arrows, shot an arrow at the sand demon's head without a word.
The others who knew ranged attacks also began to attack the sand demon, intending to save Ning Beichen.
However, their attacks on the massive sand demon were like mere tickles, causing no actual damage.
Moreover, the sand demon was not a fleshy creature. In other words, this thing had no flesh and blood, making ordinary attacks completely ineffective.
But Ning Beichen was far from as dangerous as they thought.
Otherwise, Ning Beichen would have fled long ago. He wasn't foolish. However, seeing everyone try so hard to save him, Ning Beichen was still somewhat moved.
As the giant foot was about to land, Ning Beichen swung his bronze ancient sword and sliced off the sand demon's foot with one strike.
It was just a sand demon, its body made of sand, so Ning Beichen didn't even take it seriously.
The sand demon, having lost a foot, let out a roar. This time, instead of using its foot, it slammed its fist down at Ning Beichen.
"Seeking death!"
Ning Beichen snorted coldly and once again severed the sand demon's fist with his sword.
Yang Qianrou and the others in the distance, seeing Ning Beichen's mighty display, couldn't help but cheer.
Even Ning Beichen wore a relaxed expression.
However, at this moment, the sand on the ground slowly flowed towards the sand demon. In a short while, the sand demon's severed leg and arm regrew, as if it had never been injured.
Ning Beichen frowned, leaped up with his bronze ancient sword, and unleashed several sword strikes in the air, once again severing the sand demon's limbs.
But soon, the sand on the ground allowed the sand demon to recover, and with each recovery, the sand demon became more powerful.
"Something's not right!"
Ning Beichen looked at the sand on the ground and analyzed it in his mind.
The sand demon's recovery was related to the sand in the desert. This meant that as long as the sand in the desert existed, the sand demon would not die.
If he were to fight the sand demon in the desert, he would never be able to destroy it.
"Cannot fight the sand demon in the desert."
Ning Beichen realized this and immediately retreated. He believed that once they reached the green land, this sand demon would not be able to revive.
"Go, everyone retreat to the green land."
Ning Beichen flew backward and shouted loudly to Yang Qianrou and the others.
Everyone took flight and soon reached the green land. Ning Beichen stopped, ready to fight the sand demon to the death!
When the sand demon arrived, Ning Beichen once again swung his bronze ancient sword. With several powerful sword energies, he severed the sand demon's arms and legs.
This time, as Ning Beichen expected, the sand demon's severed limbs could no longer regenerate. It collapsed on the ground like a collapsed mountain and desperately crawled towards the desert.
However, how could Ning Beichen let it return to the desert as it wished? With a leap, he landed above the sand demon and swooped down like a fighter jet, continuing to attack the sand demon with his sword.
Countless sword rain struck the sand demon's body, and it let out a shrill scream. After a few minutes, only a pile of chaotic, massive sand dunes remained on the ground, and the sand demon was gone.
Ning Beichen held his bronze ancient sword, breathing heavily. The intense battle had left him exhausted.
This creature could only be attacked with the bronze ancient sword; his fists had limited damage. Therefore, Ning Beichen used the Songshan Sword Art to deal with the sand demon. Fortunately, he had finally destroyed it.
"Commander!"
Yang Qianrou and the others quickly ran to Ning Beichen's side, their faces filled with admiration.
They knew how difficult the sand demon was to deal with and had never heard of anyone killing one. To think that Ning Beichen had defeated it all by himself.
"It's nothing. Let's see if this thing has anything on it."
Ning Beichen said to Yang Qianrou and the others.
This sand demon was unique. Ning Beichen had gone through great effort to defeat it, hoping it might have something valuable.
"Yes, Commander."
Yang Qianrou immediately led the group to search the sand pile.
They couldn't defeat the sand demon, but if they couldn't even handle this small task, they would truly be ashamed to follow Ning Beichen.
Not long after, someone excitedly shouted about a discovery. Then, they saw him pull a heart-shaped object from the sand pile and present it to Ning Beichen as a treasure.
"Is this the sand demon's heart?"
Ning Beichen held the object, feeling a power within it that sent a shiver down his spine.
Furthermore, Ning Beichen discovered that he could absorb this power and use it for himself. As long as he held this object, he felt like the master of this desert, aware of every movement within it.