"Whew..."
Zhou Yan panted heavily, leaning on the Tiger Tooth Blade planted in the ground. Blood stained his body in several places, leaving him looking rather bedraggled.
Around him lay more than a dozen corpses, along with several Wind-Riding Steeds and Mountain-Bearing Camels.
Only after a long while did his breathing grow somewhat steadier.
"This damned place really deserves to be called Bandit Country. There are far too many desert bandits and robbers."
Zhou Yan could not help shaking his head slightly, a strange expression on his face.
Perhaps it was because this world was so rich in resources, but even powerful cultivators became bandits. Plundering alone seemed enough to supply all the resources they needed for cultivation.
Never mind Unity Realm cultivators-Zhou Yan had even encountered Spirit Realm desert bandits.
Had he not escaped in time with his Escape Art, he would likely have been in danger.
Moreover, the Northern Wasteland supposedly had the Nine Great Bandits, all powerhouses ranked among the top hundred on the Black List, whose strength far surpassed the Spirit Realm.
Such a situation was unheard of in the Small World. Never mind Void Transformation Realm cultivators-even Concentration Realm cultivators could not hope to obtain any cultivation resources by turning to banditry.
Aside from those belonging to the major powers, other Concentration Realm experts were either ascetics or leaders of their own factions.
There was nothing particularly melodramatic about Zhou Yan's current predicament. He was simply an ordinary rogue cultivator whom desert bandits had targeted.
Yet after he killed several waves of them, the bandits did not back down. Instead, they became convinced he possessed something valuable. Wave after wave came after him, giving Zhou Yan his first taste of having the elders come seeking revenge after he beat the juniors.
In the end, even