In the darkness, the Eight-Forked Serpent let out a deafening hiss, its seven enormous heads glaring furiously at Xu Wendong, wishing to tear him to pieces.
The head that had been severely injured by Xu Wendong wobbled as if drunk, giving the impression that it might collapse at any moment.
"Again!"
Xu Wendong held the Thousand Slaughter, his entire body enveloped in a golden Buddhist light, resembling a shell shooting through the darkness.
He didn't know where the 'main brain' of the Eight-Forked Serpent was, so he could only severely injure each head one by one, for only by doing so could he thoroughly kill this beast.
Boom!
Accompanied by a resonant and prolonged bell sound, Xu Wendong was once again struck by the serpent's tail, sent flying, destroying houses along the way, with a series of loud crashes.
Though he emerged once more from the ruins.
Although still shrouded in the Buddhist light.
Yet this time.
The Buddhist light had noticeably dimmed.
