Although Xiang Yang did not know of Wen Jingjing's irritation and unease, he understood that if this continued, the enormous, frenzied Mechanism Snake would sooner or later destroy this space within the mountain's belly.
After another quarter-hour, Xiang Yang finally could not bear it any longer. Divine Radiance, like glowing clouds, burst from his cold, sharp eyes. Holding Nan Fenglan, he soared into the air, hovering some thirty feet above the basin. Facing the huge head of the diving Mechanism Snake, he pressed two fingers together like a blade, firing countless streams of blade qi from his fingertips—fine as a misty rain, swift as a raging wind.
The blade qi was delicate and continuous, like mist and rain, beautiful and magnificent. If the blade that had contended against Yin Yang Seven Kill before had been supremely hard and tyrannical, then this blade was supremely soft and harmonious, nourishing all things in silence.
Every strand of blade qi appeared weak and powerless, but when they struck the blue-black body of the enormous Mechanism Snake, they erupted with devastating force. They shoved it once, then again, sending it flying before it finally crashed into the stone wall behind it. A huge, winding snake-shaped mark was blasted into the wall, and the entire mountain shook with it.
If that were all, Xiang Yang's method would not have been so remarkable. Countless streams of blade qi had seeped through the gaps in the Mechanism Snake's body and penetrated deep inside, like a whirlwind sweeping through, grinding all the mechanisms and gears within into dust. Its core was destroyed, and the Mechanism Snake was completely dealt with.
To put it plainly, the outer shell of the Mechanism Snake was made from a special material that could not be destroyed by any weapon. It was like