Rumble.
Just a few breaths after Jiang Yaru and the others fled, thousands upon thousands of Desert Rats swarmed in. As though they had caught the scent of food, they were all worked into a frenzy, baring their fangs as powerful limbs surged with strength.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, more than a hundred Desert Rats pounced. Each was a savage beast of the highest order, with fangs capable of tearing through steel and a charge as forceful as a speeding bicycle.
It was easy to imagine that any prey targeted by these Desert Rats would face certain death. That was why they were known as the desert's scavengers—the terrifying overlords of the desert world!
But Xia Ping remained perfectly calm, his eyes as still as a lake. He stood where he was, circulating the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art and watching the Desert Rats come to their deaths.
Back in the Black Moon Tower, he had faced Blood Demon Wolves, beasts every bit as vicious. More than a thousand had attacked him, yet they hadn't managed to kill him. Instead, he had slaughtered them all.
The idea that a few Desert Rats could kill him, Xia Ping, was a joke!
Besides, he had now advanced to the Third Heaven of Martial Artist Realm and opened three acupoints. His true qi was incomparably powerful—he was far stronger than before, and had even less reason to fear them.
The Desert Rats leaped at Xia Ping and bit at him, but the moment they touched his body, a terrifying force rebounded against them. Their fangs snapped instantly, spraying blood as they let out shrill screams.
The Northern Underworld Body Protection Art was now circulating at full power, covering his body in a layer of flowing true qi. It was a defense