The howling wind swept across the silver desert, disturbing the tranquility.

A rock mountain suddenly disintegrated, sharp claws and a massive bloodthirsty maw emerged from the falling gravel, reaching for the passerby ahead.

Li Ang stepped with a light and rhythmic pace, swiftly retreating from the attack range, while a brown heavy claw over a meter long dug three deep trenches in the sandy ground.

"Roar—!"

The demon roared skyward, its immense roar forming a sonic attack, enough to daunt creatures with delicate eardrums.

Seeing it raise its head, Li Ang had already retreated in advance.

He didn't use the wind element for propulsion, relying purely on his own steps.

This swift footwork originated from the swordsman profession's Tier Three skill [Sword Dance Step].

[Skill: Sword Dance Step]

[Activation Method: Passive]

[A skilled sword wielder traverses the battlefield like a dance]

During the journey to Frost Heaven Island, he had already accumulated over half of his experience, and on the way to the Flashing Field, the remaining experience was enough to make him a Tier Three swordsman long before.

He now had a total of six skills in the swordsman profession: Sword Slash, Morale Boost, Suppressing Slash, Counter Slash, Sword Dance Step, and Steady Swordsmanship.

Drawing from past experiences, Li Ang believed that these were all the skills Nebis's swordsmen could master at Tier Three.

In terms of quantity alone, it was more than Mort, a Tier Seven elder swordsman, although that fellow's [Master Swordsmanship] likely encompassed a lot, which Li Ang couldn't compare to currently.

The demon that suddenly appeared before him was of Tier Four level and originally was a giant land crocodile, but it had mutated due to a dragon transformation.

[Giant Land Crocodile [Dragon Transformation]]

[A powerful demon that lives in many places, appearing like a small rock mountain while dormant, becoming aggressive upon awakening. It supports itself with extremely swollen forelimbs to semi-erectly move, attacking by charging quickly with the help of strong hind legs and tail, then using robust foreclaws to crush the enemy]

[Species: Sub-dragon Species]

[Combat Wisdom: Tier 4]

[Servant: None]

[Energy Source: Demon Dragon Blood Crystal [Consumption], Tier 7]

[Physical Strength: Land Crocodile Hard Scale, Tier 4. Shattering Stone Heavy Claw, Tier 4. Fierce Tail, Tier 4.]

[Special Attack: Rolling Charge]

[Skills: Earth Affinity, Terrain Destruction, Brute Force, Dragon Blood Enhancement]

[Combat Power Amplification: 35%]

Perhaps because a land crocodile is also a kind of sub-dragon, the dragon transformation was quite apparent on it; the entire crocodile head became very similar to a giant dragon, with dark red scales orderly arranged, the only anomaly being the extra eyes.

The dragonized land crocodile's head had three pairs of horizontally arranged dark yellow pupils on each side.

Li Ang could easily kill it instantly with the Silver Blade, but he just wanted to test what it was like to fight as a swordsman.

The land crocodile's foreclaws covered in dragon scales kept sweeping over, and Li Ang sidestepped to dodge, as if dancing on the sandy ground.

The attacks grew increasingly fierce, gradually encroaching upon his evasive defense.

At once, Li Ang drew his sword from his waist, deflecting his body through parrying as the point of the sharp claw came near.

The parrying wasn't forceful; he exerted strength at his waist, launching a forceful sword slash.

The Silver Heart Sword instantly chopped off the land crocodile's claw tip, filthy blood splattering.

The giant land crocodile, over eight meters long, had a forelimb as long as four meters, with a very wide attack range. The swordsman awareness in Li Ang's mind told him that even though he could dodge flexibly, he would still get hit under its frenzied assault, so he used a counter slash.

The land crocodile seemed insensitive to pain and didn't become stiff; instead, it attacked even more frenziedly.

"This dragon transformation is truly exaggerated."

Li Ang continuously slashed forward, the silver glow of the sword blade leaving the blade during the slash, transforming into arcs slicing the dragonized land crocodile into numerous pieces.

The filthy blood exploded in midair like a rain of blood.

Having experienced the swordsman's combat a bit, he decided not to tangle with this thing anymore; relying purely on the Tier Three skill without armor was still somewhat forcing.

The filthy blood containing the Power of Dragon was absorbed by the sandy ground, and Li Ang saw some small insects originally hiding underground crawling out, waving their pincers excitedly, as if they too felt like dragons.

Li Ang frowned and headed towards the rendezvous point with Mort.

No one was here, and he would collect the materials from the land crocodile later.

The rendezvous point agreed upon was a rock mountain, with a nearly dried-up oasis not far away.

Li Ang blew the bone whistle Mort had given him, and shortly after, a blue-haired, beast-eared youth appeared, leading him into a cave.

The moment they reached the cave entrance, they caught the strong scent of blood, Vercate was bound hand and foot, huddled in the cave, with some dried blood stains around.

"This was caused by previous injuries," Mort said.

Vercate's standard armor had been completely shredded by Li Ang's Silver Blade, his body covered in wounds, though now healing considerably due to his robust physique.

Pointing at the half-conscious Vercate, Mort said, "I couldn't use overly harsh methods, you understand."

Hearing the conversation, Vercate opened his eyes, moving his long hair aside and looking at Li Ang.

Mort pulled out the cloth from Vercate's mouth. Vercate spat, but the desert's drought left him with nothing to spit out, only squeezing some blood foam from the corner of his mouth.

"Heh, you won't get anything out of me that hasn't happened," Vercate sneered.

"The sandland merchants," Mort shook his head, refraining from saying more.

Li Ang knew that many people in the Salem Sky Realm had an unruly nature; they were indeed outstanding in having stiff spines.

However, he didn't think it was due to some strong will; it was simply because death comes faster for those seen as sellouts, so they'd learned not to relent easily.

Except for knowing that Vercate was a member of the Order Sandstorm Corps, they didn't have any other information; using torture and persuasion alone wouldn't easily make him talk.

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