Amid the endless yellow sand, all was silent.
Suddenly.
Just as the martial artist used his force to peel the tough hide from the demon beast that had long since been slain, a sharp warning suddenly rang in his ears.
"Watch out!"
The martial artist remained unflustered in the face of danger. He punched downward, instantly launching himself high into the air and flipping several yards through the sky.
The instant he left the demon beast's body, the yellow sand beneath it suddenly began to flow, like an underground current.
The five swiftly retreated several steps, hovering in midair as they watched the sand below with grave expressions.
Within the yellow sand, black mist swept up the quicksand. As it churned, it swallowed the entire massive demon beast body, like a clay ox sinking into the sea, rapidly tearing apart its remains.
An Hongyun, Chang Botao, Kang Yue, Xiahou Yan, and the others all changed expression.
None of the others knew what exactly had happened, nor what the black mist surging through the sand was.
Only Chang Botao's pupils contracted sharply as he cried out at once:
"The power of evil demons!"
As a martial artist who had entered the Blessed Land several times and even participated in that great demon-slaying war, Chang Botao remembered this greatest hidden danger of the Blessed Land over the past several thousand years all too clearly.
As for the others present, even after Chang Botao plainly shouted "the power of evil demons," they still had no idea what it meant.
Only the well-informed An Hongyun wore an expression as grave as Chang Botao's.
As the ruler of the entire Dragon Guard, he had once had considerable dealings with the Martial Temple. Thus, he had heard of these evil demons that had constantly threatened the