Meanwhile, the mysterious immortal stood to one side, chanting under his breath. Mysterious runes flew from his hands like dancing butterflies, circling the Fire Python. These runes seemed to have a special effect on it, slowing its movements somewhat.
Under the group's assault, the Fire Python gradually fell into a disadvantage. Yet just as everyone thought victory was within reach, it suddenly let out an angry roar and plunged into the lava, vanishing without a trace.
The sight made everyone tense, and they immediately raised their guard. They knew the Fire Python would never give up so easily. It would definitely appear again.
Sure enough, before long, the lava began to churn violently, as though some immense force beneath it were stirring it up. Suddenly, the Fire Python shot out from several directions at once, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at the youngest disciple and the others.
The youngest disciple reacted swiftly. With a sweep of the longsword in his hand, a sharp sword aura slashed toward the Fire Python like lightning. It failed to dodge in time and was struck by the sword aura, letting out a pained hiss. One of its tails was cleanly severed and fell into the lava, instantly burning to ashes.
The pain drove the Fire Python into an even greater frenzy. Opening its bloodthirsty maw, it spewed flames even more powerful than before, like a volcanic eruption blasting straight toward the youngest disciple and the others.
The youngest disciple and the others did not dare let down their guard in the slightest. They unleashed their strongest attacks and began their final desperate battle against the Fire Python... After a fierce fight, the youngest disciple finally unleashed his most powerful strike. Its tremendous force utterly defeated the Fire Python. Its body collapsed