A trace of horror showed in Mo Mang's eyes. His body twisted slightly, trying to dodge, but how could Lin Xuan let him have his way? He urged on his art, and the Black Flood Dragon transformed from the Carefree Fan wrapped tightly around him.
Boom!
With a thunderous crash, flames filled the sky. The Mystic Fire Divine Pearl smashed squarely into the giant python's body.
The vicious snake let out only a short, miserable scream before its enormous head was blasted into a pulp. The remnant body was also wrapped in golden flames, and in less than a short while, it had turned to ash.
A wisp of black light shot out from the flames, several inches long. Judging by its shape, it was exactly like a miniature version of the vicious snake.
"Your Primordial Spirit has left your body, and even now you still want to run?"
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. With a flip of his left hand, he had already brought out the Ancient Jade. Once he urged it with an art, several dozen white threads of light shot out from within, transforming into a giant white hand that grasped the demon snake's soul in its palm.
Once again, the Ancient Jade received nourishment.
Then Lin Xuan beckoned with his hand. The Mystic Fire Divine Pearl flew back, and the Black Flood Dragon also twisted, turning back into the Carefree Fan.
After putting away the magic treasures, Lin Xuan stepped over beside Mo Mang's remains. With a sweep of his sleeve, the golden flames immediately went out. Then Lin Xuan stretched out a hand and crooked a finger, and a deep-red Demon Core the size of a dragon eye flew up before him.
When Mo Mang had been alive,