Chapter 39: Slaying the Two Snakes

Outside the fortress, the battle situation changed in an instant; the Black Goat's massive body shuddered violently on the ground as it lowly growled, trying to break free from the Nightmare Soul Python's spiritual interference. Yet that invisible spiritual undulation, like a nightmare, tightly entwined its soul, making its movements sluggish and clumsy.

The Netherfire Snake seized the moment, opening its blood‑filled maw again; a even more violent dark‑green flame pillar surged forth like a raging tide, straight toward the Black Goat.

This time, the Black Goat barely dodged, but the scorching flame, like a blade, grazed its flank, leaving a charred wound.

Seeing this, the Nightmare Soul Python flashed a hint of cunning in its amber vertical pupils; it no longer merely performed spiritual interference, but suddenly opened its jaws, releasing a silently spreading mist of hallucinogenic hue that swiftly coiled around the Black Goat briefly affected by the Bewildering Gaze, worsening its mental confusion and creating a prime opportunity for the Netherfire Snake.

The Netherfire Snake then took advantage, moving in to coil around the Black Goat and attempt to strangle it.

The Black Goat violently flung its head, its curved massive horns pointing at the Netherfire Snake, muscles tensed like steel, and charged forward like a cannonball!

Li Qingxuan's figure appeared at the gate, his eyes sharp as blades, tightly locking onto the battlefield situation.

Li Feifei stood by the window, the Chi Tiger Cub in her arms emitting uneasy whimpers, while the Swallow Sky Python Cub that had originally been coiled around Li Qingxuan's arm lay on the windowsill, its black scales glinting with a cold, hard sheen in the dim light, its blood‑red vertical pupils holding only the primal craving for powerful prey.

The Black Goat's massive body surged forward with the force of a thousand jin, its curved, entwined horns tearing the air and emitting a dull wail!

Those horns, like hellish battle‑axes, bore the power to shatter mountain rock and precisely struck the Netherfire Snake's raised neck!

"Boom——!"

The muffled, drum‑like impact exploded with a roar! The snake's neck, covered in black scales, visibly dented at the point of horn impact, and its hard scales instantly shattered and flew apart!

Dark‑red blood plasma spurted from the torn wound, filling the air with a strong stench of blood.

The Netherfire Snake let out a painful, contorted hiss; its thick body was flung backward by the overwhelming force, and its out‑of‑control dark‑green Purgatory Breath swept toward the sky, scorching a hole in the mist above.

Just as the Black Goat was about to inflict a devastating blow on the Netherfire Snake—

"Hiss——"

The Nightmare Soul Python's silent hallucinatory breath coiled upward! The mist, haloed with a dreamy light like living tendrils, seeped strand by strand into the Black Goat's huge nostrils and ears.

The Black Goat's forward momentum stalled abruptly! In its blazing, war‑intent eyes, a flicker of bewilderment and confusion flashed.

Its heavy head shook wildly, trying to fling off the eerie whispers and distorted visions invading its mind; its steps staggered like a drunkard's, and its deadly horns had already veered off target.

This brief lapse of consciousness was a deadly breathing space for the Netherfire Snake!

Excruciating pain fully ignited its ferocity! Ignoring its grievous neck wound, its body thrashed wildly, forcing itself to steady its form; its fang‑filled maw opened again, and the surging dark‑green magma deep in its throat instantly condensed to the utmost, aimed at the Black Goat whose movements had slowed from the Spiritual Shock.

At the fortress gate, Li Qingxuan's pupils contracted to pinpricks! Gripping the Thunder Pattern Spear in his hand, veins bulging on his right arm, he hurled the spear forward, slamming it hard into the Netherfire Snake's raised triangular head!

The Netherfire Snake's ferocity flared; it did not dodge or evade, flung its huge jaws wide, and dark‑green magma was about to gush out.

"Boom——!"

A massive wound exploded open on the rear of the Netherfire Snake's head!

A spear lodged firmly in the Netherfire Snake's body—"hiss——!"—the Netherfire Snake emitted a sharp, piercing cry full of pain; its massive head, as if struck by a heavy hammer, lurched forward uncontrollably.

Almost at the instant the Thunder Pattern Spear struck, Li Qingxuan's phantom‑like figure flashed out from the gate, pointing straight at the Netherfire Snake!

Li Qingxuan traced a smooth arc in the air, his Tang Sword flashing like lightning across the night sky, carrying the force of thunderous might, and he fiercely stabbed toward the Netherfire Snake's seven‑inch weak point!

Sensing this deadly threat, the Netherfire Snake's eyes flashed with fright; its body twisted violently, trying to dodge the Thunder Strike. Yet Li Qingxuan's prediction was flawless—his Tang Sword, like a silver lightning bolt tearing the night sky, instantly sliced through the Netherfire Snake's torso!

Dark‑green blood spurted from the wound like a fountain, striking the humid air and producing a hissing sizzle, rising as a hazy white mist.

The Netherfire Snake let out a painful, desperate hiss; its massive body twisted and struggled in midair.

Li Qingxuan drew his spear, turned, and attacked the Nightmare Soul Python; the python's attention shifted from the Black Goat, as it had been fully focused on controlling the goat, and faced with this sudden assault its reaction was slightly sluggish.

Li Qingxuan's Thunder Pattern Spear was like dawn thunder, tearing the night curtain, bearing a bone‑chilling wind, and thrust straight at the Nightmare Soul Python's seven‑inch spot.

The Nightmare Soul Python's amber vertical pupils contracted sharply, a flash of astonishment crossing its eyes, which then surged into towering rage.

It swiftly adjusted its posture, its tail whipping like a lash with a howling wind, and lashed hard at Li Qingxuan.

Li Qingxuan shifted his body slightly, lightly dodging the blow, while extending his spear; a barrage of spear‑images filled the sky, sealing off all possible escape routes for the Nightmare Soul Python.

Unwilling to yield, the Nightmare Soul Python opened its jaws and expelled an even denser hallucinatory mist, attempting to disturb Li Qingxuan's spirit.

Seizing the chance, the Black Goat broke free of its mental shackles, its massive body suddenly twisting; its hell‑battle‑axe‑like horns, charged with thunderous might, slammed hard into the now‑defenseless Netherfire Snake.

The muffled impact sounded again, and the Netherfire Snake's body split into two under the horn's blow.

Seeing this, the Nightmare Soul Python's eyes flickered with fear; it realized the foe before it was far beyond its match. Yet Li Qingxuan would not grant it a chance to flee—he swept his Thunder Pattern Spear through the air, and a graceful arc instantly appeared.

The Nightmare Soul Python struggled desperately, its amber vertical pupils glittering with mad light. Yet before this absolute strength, all resistance was futile.

Li Qingxuan's spear in hand was like the grim reaper's scythe, and in an instant it took the Nightmare Soul Python's life.

The battle ended, the air thick with the heavy scent of blood and scorched earth.

Li Qingxuan stood upon the ruins, his Thunder Pattern Spear angled toward the ground, his eyes cold and resolute; his silhouette loomed large in the moonlight, resembling aSpear angled toward the ground, his eyes cold and resolute; his silhouette loomed large in the moonlight, resembling a war god returned from hell.

Li Feifei walked out of the fortress cradling the Chi Tiger Cub, gazing at the battlefield before her with eyes full of shock and admiration. The Swallow Sky Python Cub also crawled back from the windowsill, curling onto Li Qingxuan's arm, its blood‑red vertical pupils brimming with affection and reliance.

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