"Hey! You over there, get over here!"
"That's a Demon Race sand crocodile. It's incredibly powerful—even without intelligence, an adult still possesses Supreme-level strength!"
A hurried voice came from afar.
Mu Qing unleashed the Heavenly Emperor Seal and sent the massive crocodile flying with one punch, then looked toward the source of the voice.
On the distant sand stood a small, thin man leaning against a crimson banner, his expression slightly tense as he glanced about nervously.
"There's actually someone else here?"
Mu Qing was startled, but the so-called Demon Race sand crocodile immediately lunged at him again.
"Hiss-roar!"
A foul stench hit his face. The sand crocodile was incredibly fast, flashing by like a streak of yellow light, gone in an instant.
Mu Qing's strength had been severely suppressed, and his reactions could not keep up with the sand crocodile. It bit down directly on his thigh.
Crack!
A burst of agony tore through him. The sand crocodile's sharp teeth pierced straight through Mu Qing's Supreme Artifact body, blood spraying out at once as though it meant to bite his thigh clean through!
"This thing's attacks are anything but ordinary!"
Mu Qing was greatly alarmed. He punched the sand crocodile's head, only for a bang to ring out and sparks to fly everywhere. Apart from his own fist throbbing with pain, the sand crocodile was completely unharmed.
This was exceedingly strange. With Mu Qing's current strength, one punch should have been enough to blow up at least a planet!
Yet not only was this sand crocodile perfectly fine, it had even neutralized all the power in his fist.
It made Mu Qing's punch seem as though it had contained no strength at all.
"This Demon Race sand crocodile was born thick-skinned and tough-fleshed!" The thin man in the distance