Chapter 365: Hundred-Zhang Fire Serpent

The fire serpent, once barely over ten zhang in length, had swelled into a colossal beast exceeding a hundred zhang, nearly covering half of the Sword Debate Platform.

The fire serpent coiled upon the Sword Debate Platform; merely gazing down upon Yu Congyu from above was enough to crush him with unbearable psychological pressure.

A hundred—hundred zhang!

This is at least the size of a Nascent Soul late-stage beast!

Yu Congyu stared in shock at the monstrous creature, speechless for a long while.

The figure on the bridge halted, turning to look at the gray-clad figure, while the dozen guards on the bridge drew swords and blades, ready to attack as if facing a dire threat.

The previous strike, though delivered without blood qi, relying only on the hardness of the smelting hammer's broken fragment and a casual blow fueled by spiritual power, and striking each white wolf's head, had nonetheless stunned Lin Liang with the recoil force feedback from the shattered hammer.

For a moment, all eyes turned to Lin Hong, seeking some clue in his reaction—for if Yan Shan spoke the truth, all of the Southern Region, no, the entire continent, would go mad, and the Great Yan Empire would surely become a land of war.

Yet Li Qing did not understand Han Sheng's strategy; logically, having obtained intelligence beforehand, he should have exploited it to maximum effect—or even turned it against the opponent—but Han Sheng showed no reaction whatsoever, as if he had foreseen all of it.

In an instant, Xin Tian understood the plight of his demonic beast slave and the dire situation of the entire Xin Tian squad; his fury erupted like a volcanic blast.

After the Shadow General lost consciousness, neither of the two lingering souls nor the Youxie River water made any move against him, as if they could not see him at all.

The Desert Tyrant sprinted across a sky fallen and a trembling, collapsing earth. The ink-black sky exhaled the most terrifying scent of nature—the odor of death.

Just consider the Great Vow of the Earth Store Bodhisattva: "If the hells are not emptied, I shall not attain Buddhahood." He deserves the reverence of any knee.

A shrill scream came from the opposite side; darkness heard only frantic flapping and collisions, then the prison door rattled loose, and finally came a soft plop—the room filled with black threads, and the man fell silent.

Thus, ordinary demonic clans, unlike the ancient immortals and gods, or dragon clans and great demons with special bloodlines, were forced to migrate to other worlds.

"No, he's too weak—and he has no money!" Kelaiya firmly rejected, establishing a good image for his friend before outsiders.

Wang Jing had just returned from the Eastern Sea; after resting and waking, he opened his eyes to find subordinates reporting matters.

The three men, who could not possibly match him in direct combat, had killed him outright using three Divine War Armaments; their power and overwhelming impact left a deep impression on him.

Inside the room, Li Ran noticed a set of clothing beside the immersion pod—not the popular self-coloring nanofiber suits, but ordinary pure cotton white short-sleeves and shorts, looking extremely comfortable.

The air froze for an instant; an invisible pressure filled the amusement park, as if two forces were clashing.

Because this temporary mission carried some danger, the exam supervisors overseeing the Gaokao agreed to provide certain support to the candidates assigned to carry it out.

At that moment, Ye Xingchen's mind trembled violently, flashing countless images, and a clear piece of information appeared in his mind.

Ah Chang did not spare a glance at the corpse on the ground; he turned to leave, when suddenly thick fog rose from the grass, engulfing him completely.

The purple-glowing man gave Yunxiaozi to Ye Xingchen, but also left him a means to restrain Yunxiaozi—after all, Yunxiaozi's spiritual essence was vastly superior to Ye Xingchen's current state, as different as clouds and mud.