After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

The caravan was traveling in a hurry. Chen Futu subconsciously looked back and vaguely noticed that smoke and dust followed them like a shadow. Sure enough, the drought demon had caught up with them once again.

Xuanyuan Rong noticed this and said worriedly, "Something's not right."

"what for?"

"Logically speaking, the drought demon is a natural anomaly that should only know how to kill. However, it has the hunting instinct of a wild beast, does not confront us head-on, and can even deceive Senior Zhang's eyes. This is unreasonable."

"really……"

Chen Futu fell into deep thought.

Last night, the bronze-armored corpse was placed near the camp, but the drought demon did not attack it. It seemed to know that the bronze-armored corpse was very strong. It only picks on the weak. After killing the weak guards, the remaining important figures in the inner circle were completely exposed to its sight, and it could launch a surprise attack at any time.

"No, we have to take it down."

Chen Futu must not take this scourge out of the Black Sand Sea. If it enters Dantu or the Tea Horse Road, it will be a disaster. Whether it is Zhao Xier's territory behind the Tea Horse Road or Dantu now, they are all under the control of the Great Xia. If the drought demon breaks in, it will undoubtedly be a catastrophe.

Chen Futu said to Wang Zhaojun, who had been quiet beside him, "Your Ice Soul True Qi seems to be able to restrain that monster to some extent. I plan to lure it into making a move. Do you dare to cooperate?"

“Your Majesty has given the order, and I will obey.”

Wang Zhaojun feared nothing; like Xiaobai, she was only afraid of being disliked by her master.

Chen Futu discussed it with Zhang Sanfeng again and came up with a plan. Tonight, they would arrange for Wang Zhaojun and Xiaobai to leave the camp to lure the drought demon. With their strength, even if they couldn't kill the thing, Xiaobai could still hold it off.

If the two of them travel alone, that thing will definitely be unable to resist making a move. At that time, Wang Zhaojun will use her Ice Soul Cold Qi in conjunction with Xiaobai and Zhang Sanfeng to try to kill them with one blow.

Zhang Sanfeng and Wang Zhaojun had no objections, and Xiaobai excitedly waved her little fists, "Fighting the drought demon, silly girl is happy."

She's fearless; she'd even bare her teeth at the King of Hell himself, let alone the drought demon.

Before you know it, it's dusk again.

This time, everyone's tents were placed very close together.

Chongming sat by the campfire, his hand on his knife, his eyes wide open. He wasn't going to sleep tonight.

As for the bronze-armored corpse, Chen Futu placed it near the camp of Shen Lu and her father.

The father and daughter are business talents, and the implementation of the banking plan cannot be separated from their assistance and the support behind them, so they cannot die.

After the meal, Chen Futu gave Wang Zhaojun a look, and Wang Zhaojun then said to Xiaobai, "Girl, didn't you just say you needed to pee? Let me take you a little further away."

"Okay, okay!"

Xiao Bai casually grabbed a roasted lamb leg and followed Wang Zhaojun out of the camp.

Everyone watched the two depart into the distance, their hearts pounding with fear.

The two left in the direction directly in front of the camp. The dark sandy plain had no cover, and no movement could escape everyone's sight. As for Zhang Sanfeng, he also left the camp, but no one knew how he concealed himself, and no one could see where he was.

As everyone watched the two figures, one large and one small, venture four or five hundred meters into the desert, they suddenly stopped, seemingly out of nowhere. Little White plopped down on the ground, followed by an explosion of icy cold air. Little White's violent aura blasted out, creating a deep sand pit a hundred meters long in the vast desert, which then formed a sandstorm that swept westward.

"The fight started!"

Chongming hurriedly got up, wanting to join the battle, but Chen Futu stopped him, saying, "Don't be impatient, they are enough over there."

Only Chongming is left here as a Martial Venerable. If that thing can't be killed and slips away, a single bronze-armored corpse won't be able to stop it.

Chongming thought about it and restrained his impulse.

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, one could vaguely see Xiaobai fighting with something, the sound of fists hitting flesh echoing for several kilometers around.

"Ah, fight, fight!"

Xiao Bai tried to use the same trick again, hoping to kill the master with a flurry of punches, but she herself was kicked away by the dark figure.

Wang Zhaojun's icy aura covered the surrounding area. It was already cold at night, and with her true energy, the temperature dropped by at least thirty degrees. Strangely, Zhang Sanfeng did not make a move.

Just as Chen Futu was wondering what was going on, the Imperial Dragon Qi suddenly erupted on its own to protect him.

"not good!"

Chen Futu subconsciously turned around and saw a monster covered in red hair standing behind him. Its face was so ugly that it was impossible to look at it directly, like a corpse king that had been exposed to the sun for thousands of years. When it opened its mouth, it was full of stench and fangs.

"One sword opens the gate of heaven!"

The crisis arrived unexpectedly.

Chen Futu's pupils contracted, and almost instinctively he unleashed the second sword strike of the "Great Heavenly Sword Technique".

Before everyone could react, a piercing metallic roar erupted as the sword light slashed fiercely at the drought demon. It let out a long howl and was sent flying five or six meters away, yet it remained completely unharmed.

"court death!"

Chongming was the first to react and charged straight at them. Xuanyuan Rong quickly protected everyone and retreated, shouting, "How could it be here!"

Chen Futu angrily retorted, "How should I know!"

Logically speaking, since Xiaobai is fighting over there, it's impossible for Drought Demons to be attacking the camp. Could there be two of them?

As they were talking, Chongming clashed head-on with the drought demon, and as a result, Chongming was defeated and his tiger's mouth was split open.

His strength is such that he could seriously injure an ordinary Martial Venerable with a single punch, which shows how powerful the Drought Demon is.

This ugly thing is impervious to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. Chen Futu, the Martial Emperor, was clearly strong enough to block Yin Tianwang, a Martial Venerable. Now, he used his second sword, which could have seriously injured or even killed a Martial Venerable in the early stage. However, he only managed to barely repel the drought demon, and couldn't even hurt a single hair on it. This is completely outrageous!

"Woo-"

The drought demon, having repelled Chongming, ignored everyone else and charged at Chen Futu once more.

Chen Futu gritted his teeth and opened his palm, "Emperor's Seal Technique!"

"Karma, be punished."

Zhang Sanfeng suddenly stood in front of Chen Futu, and the Zhenwu Sword struck the drought demon's neck with a crack, cutting halfway in but failing to sever its head.

The drought demon slapped away the Zhenwu sword that was stuck in its neck, then grabbed at Zhang Sanfeng. The latter lifted his long sleeves to deflect the claw, shouting, "Take this!"

hum!

He struck the drought demon in the chest with his palm, and the Tai Chi diagram flashed by. The drought demon screamed and flew away, finally plunging into the sand and disappearing completely.

"No wonder we couldn't find this beast; it was hiding in the sand."

Zhang Sanfeng did not give chase. The drought demon was extremely powerful. He had just struck with his sword, which even the old monks could not withstand, but the drought demon was able to block it with its physical body. He had to protect the Great Sage Emperor. Moreover, the drought demon had a clear target and was obviously coming for the Great Sage Emperor.

Soon, Xiaobai and Wang Zhaojun heard the commotion and rushed back.

Little White looked a bit disheveled, spitting out sand from his mouth. "That old guy is awful! He's driving me crazy!"

Wang Zhaojun explained, "What we just encountered wasn't a drought demon, but an unknown master with great strength. Xiaobai was able to exchange blows with him, but unfortunately, Xiaobai lacked experience fighting in the desert and ultimately suffered some losses."

"It seems to be targeting me."

Chen Futu's expression was quite grim, as if some members of the Sand Sea tribe did not want the two sides to form an alliance, so Chen Futu dragged Xuan Yuanrong into the tent.