One, two, three, four, five...
Its figure blurred, and to his shock, several more heads grew out.
Eight!
Of course, that was counting the original one.
Lin Xuan's expression grew uglier still.
He remembered an ancient legend: once the Ancestral Spirit Snake grew nine heads, its strength would rival a True Immortal's.
Baoshe was still one short now, but the strength she possessed was absolutely no longer comparable to before.
It could be said that she was now even stronger than she had been in her peak state.
A powerful enemy!
No wonder Lin Xuan's expression was gloomy. After fighting for so long, not only had all his effort gone to waste, he had instead let his enemy's strength climb to an even higher level.
Of course, no one could have predicted this situation beforehand.
Who could have imagined that Baoshe had actually been raising an Ancestral Spirit Snake, and had even succeeded in merging with it?
One had to know that such a thing had never been accomplished by anyone from ancient times to the present.
Just now, Baoshe's Nascent Soul had seemed to be swallowed, but in truth, it had been a perfect fusion.
And such a situation required one to seek life from a place of certain death before there was any chance of accomplishing it.
To first abandon the dharmic body she had cultivated for a million years—Baoshe had, in fact, always hesitated over that, or perhaps it should be said that she had harbored doubts.
Yet in this battle, after Lin Xuan destroyed her physical body, with no path of retreat left, she instead gained the courage to stake everything on one desperate throw.
After thinking through the cause and effect in between, Lin Xuan did not know whether to laugh or cry. Put that