The eight-headed fire serpent's attention was entirely drawn to Qian Renxue.
But just as it prepared to strike again and destroy the Human Before It, one of its heads slowly slid from its neck.
The massive serpent head crashed to the ground. Through the dust, only a graceful figure could be seen, holding a scythe and maintaining her slashing stance.
"Roar!"
Whether the Eight-Headed Serpent's senses had malfunctioned or the attacker had used some special method, its reaction speed had somehow slowed by half a beat.
The flesh and blood at the severed neck wriggled violently, and in an instant, an identical head grew back.
At the same time, the Eight-Headed Serpent swung its head toward the woman behind it and Charged Towards her.
The woman raised her head, revealing peerless features.
Yet faced with such a terrifying attack, her expression remained utterly calm.
She exerted force with her right hand, half-rotating the scythe until its tip pointed upward. Her left palm then slid along the shaft to its end and pressed down fiercely.
A dazzling crescent light wheel slashed directly toward the Eight-Headed Serpent.
As though driven by instinct, it sensed danger in its heart and inexplicably withdrew its attack.
Yet the Eight-Headed Serpent was still a little too slow.
The crescent light wheel cut through the middle of the Eight-Headed Serpent's head, shearing off its nose as blood sprayed wildly.
However, the woman did not stop.
Her feet shifted lightly, and the scythe half-rotated again.
This time, the blade tip pointed left. She gripped the scythe's handle with both hands and swept it horizontally to the right.
Another head was cleanly severed.
However, before it could react, Qian Renxue condensed a phantom Angel drawing a bow and nocking an arrow.
As her right hand released, the taut bowstring