Under the scorching sun, Zhuo Bufan walked in the desert without eating or drinking.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he felt as if his legs were about to break!
But until now, he still hadn't seen the end of the desert, nor had he seen any signs of human habitation.
"This Hell isn't just a desert, right?"
Zhuo Bufan looked at the vast desert in front of him, and his heart turned cold.
But when it rains, it pours. At this moment, he suddenly saw a sandstorm at the edge of the desert.
"Oh no, it's a sandstorm!"
The monstrous sandstorm swept over like a tsunami.
Zhuo Bufan had no choice but to clench his teeth.
"Damn it, it seems like I can only use my divine power."
In the face of a sandstorm, a mortal's body would definitely be powerless.
The only thing Zhuo Bufan could rely on now was his divine power.
Therefore, when Zhuo Bufan faced the violent sandstorm, his only choice was to use his divine power.
Seeing the sandstorm coming toward him, Zhuo Bufan held his breath and focused his mind.
Divine halos condensed on his body one after another.
Zhuo Bufan now had nine divine halos, and his divine power was incomparably powerful.
Facing the sandstorm that blotted out the sky, Zhuo Bufan raised his hand and condensed a divine halo in front of his palm.
In the next second, a destructive energy shot out from the divine halo.
Boom!
A huge hole was instantly opened up in the terrifying sandstorm.
"One percent!"
Zhuo Bufan muttered to himself. The move just now had consumed one percent of his divine power.
He was using his divine power very carefully.
Therefore, every move he made was carefully calculated.
He didn't have much divine power, because in Hell, the believers in the World of Self-Cultivators couldn't transmit the power of faith to Zhuo Bufan.
In this way, Zhuo Bufan's divine power couldn't be replenished.
And divine power was what he relied on in Hell.
Therefore, he had to be like a miser and use his divine power wisely.
In his opinion, 1% of his divine power was enough to deal with the sandstorm in front of him.
However, before Zhuo Bufan had time to be happy, he heard a voice.
Suddenly, the sandstorm in front of him changed.
The sandstorm, which was originally sweeping over like a tsunami, actually began to condense.
In the end, a sandstorm giant was formed.
That giant was too tall to reach, and its peak could not be seen!
Perhaps it was angered by Zhuo Bufan's move, but the Sandstorm Giant raised its mountain-sized fist and smashed it at Zhuo Bufan.
How was that a fist? It was a shooting star.
"What the hell is this?"
Zhuo Bufan gave it a ferocious shake. The sandstorm had actually transformed into a human form. This was simply illogical!
Even the Cultivation World did not have such a strange existence.
However, it was indeed a giant formed from countless grains of sand.
Seeing the meteor-like fist falling from the sky, Zhuo Bufan immediately activated a divine halo and punched out with a backhand punch.
With this punch, a divine halo quickly condensed in front of his fist, and then the power of his fist was amplified by millions of times.
Rumble!
Zhuo Bufan's small fist collided with the Sandstorm Giant's Meteor Punch.
At that moment, the earth trembled, and the thunderous explosion shook the world.
Endless grains of sand fell from the sky like a torrential downpour.
"1%!"
Zhuo Bufan had carefully used 1% of his divine power for that punch just now.
However, when the two fists collided, they only canceled out each other's energy.
Zhuo Bufan did not kill the Sandstorm Giant.
On the contrary, the Sandstorm Giant saw that Zhuo Bufan had blocked its Sandstorm Meteor Punch.
It suddenly became furious, and then opened its huge mouth. From its mouth, a sand waterfall surged like the Milky Way from the Ninth Heaven.
It was a waterfall formed by the desert, and it directly swept towards Zhuo Bufan.
"Damn it, I can't waste time with it. I have to finish it quickly."
Zhuo Bufan could no longer play with the Sandstorm Giant punch by punch. His divine power was limited.
Zhuo Bufan had to use the least amount of divine power to kill the Sandstorm Giant.
"It seems that I have to use at least 5% of my divine power to kill this freak in one go."
Zhuo Bufan did not know what the hell this Sandstorm Giant was, and could only think of it as a freak.
Seeing the sand waterfall falling from the sky, Zhuo Bufan raised his fist again, and a powerful divine power began to condense on his fist.
This punch was infused with 5% of his divine power, and his entire arm glowed with a golden light.
"Come on!"
Zhuo Bufan shouted, and then punched towards the Sandstorm Giant's head in the sky.
The moment he punched, a huge divine halo condensed on his fist.
Bang!
That punch was like a cannonball, and it blasted out from the divine halo.
Then, a huge golden light blasted on the Sandstorm Giant's head.
Rumble!
This punch directly penetrated the Sandstorm Giant's head, and even blasted into the sky, shattering the entire sky.
5% of his divine power was indeed extraordinary.
Seeing the Sandstorm Giant's head explode into ashes.
Zhuo Bufan smiled solemnly.
The reason why he was solemn was because he had used up 5% of his divine power.
In addition to the previous two punches, he had used up 7% of his divine power.
Fortunately, he had used up 7% of his divine power to kill the Sandstorm Giant in the end.
Seeing the Sandstorm Giant turn into ashes and fall from the sky, Zhuo Bufan saw that something seemed to fall from the Sandstorm Giant's stomach, and finally landed on the ground.
Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan quickly ran over.
He only saw a small creature the size of a potato lying on the sand.
It looked like it was still alive.
Its body was also like a potato, and it had a hard carapace like armor on its surface.
It had two cute big ears, and the ears were also like wings.
There was also a mark on its forehead. It should be the King Of Hell's slave mark.
However, it was different from the mark on Zhuo Bufan's forehead. The mark on this little potato's forehead was three concentric circles, and there was a black dot in the center.
Then, right above the concentric circles, there were two triangular angles.
Obviously, this potato's slave mark was of a higher level than Zhuo Bufan's. This meant that its status in Hell was actually much higher than Zhuo Bufan's.
"Could it be that every time I increase my level, there will be an additional concentric circle?"
"This little thing has three concentric circles, a small dot in the center, and two triangular horns on the outer circle. Its status in Hell should be five levels higher than mine."
Zhuo Bufan estimated the level of this little potato according to his own calculations.
Obviously, this little potato was the Sandstorm Giant's true form.
It was such a strange creature that could create such a terrifying sandstorm.
However, this little potato would never have thought that it would encounter a heretic.
Zhuo Bufan was obviously the lowest level slave, but he had defeated it.
"Bring it along, as a backup meal."
Zhuo Bufan thought for a while and decided to bring this little potato along.
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