An hour later.
At this moment, enormous grills had been set up across the grasslands. Petrifying Demon Snakes were skewered one after another, flames spreading beneath them as they roasted. The air was thick with the fragrant scent of grilled meat, golden-brown and mouthwatering.
Many members of the Storm Caravan were busily grilling the Petrifying Demon Snakes.
"My lord, the Petrifying Demon Snakes are ready."
Meng Nan, the leader of the Storm Caravan, ran up to Xia Ping. He stood two meters tall, his entire body packed with muscle, looking exceedingly fierce and imposing. Yet at this moment, he was thoroughly obsequious, the very picture of a servant.
Yet no one else looked down on Meng Nan in the slightest, because Xia Ping was simply too formidable. The Petrifying Demon Snakes, the overlords of the grasslands—more than a thousand of them—had all been wiped out by Xia Ping.
It could be said that the Petrifying Demon Snakes across these grasslands had been nearly exterminated. With such a terrifying record, it was only natural to adopt even the humblest attitude before such a peerless fiend.
"Not bad."
Xia Ping was quite satisfied. He began eating the Petrifying Demon Snakes. After that fight, he was starving as well.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of Meng Nan and the others, he embarked on a journey of devouring Petrifying Demon Snakes. Huge chunks of snake meat vanished into his stomach one after another.
The flesh of these Petrifying Demon Snakes contained immense energy. The moment it entered Xia Ping's stomach, it was immediately digested by the Sun Furnace within his body, transformed into pure energy that surged into every limb and bone.
Rumble!
Xia Ping felt warm all over, his blood boiling like molten lava. With the aid of these Petrifying Demon Snakes, the Hell