Seeing the fist shadow already upon him, Song Ming's expression changed drastically.
After all, if he took another solid hit, more than half of his Immortal Yuan Power would be sealed. Then he would be completely at the mercy of others!
Fortunately, as a gust of strong wind swept past, a massive snake tail, like a city wall, blocked the way before Song Ming and gave him a great sense of security.
Yet the next moment, the sight before him nearly made his eyes pop out.
The Five-Colored Fist Shadow struck the snake tail, immediately sending ripples spreading across it.
As the ripples swept over it, the surrounding snake body underwent some mysterious change, as though a force were dissolving it from within.
Then the fist force erupted, and the Five-Colored Fist Shadow directly blasted a hole several zhang wide through the snake tail before continuing toward Song Ming!
"Damn it! What kind of divine ability is this?!"
With a thought flashing through his mind, Song Ming hurriedly tried to cast a spell to block it.
But no matter what divine ability he employed, he could not stop the Five-Colored Fist Shadow in the slightest. Soon, a fist mark was left on his chest.
Still, his efforts had not been entirely useless. After taking that punch, only around five percent of his Immortal Yuan Power was sealed, nowhere near the more than thirty percent from before.
"Who are you, Your Excellency? How has Song Mou offended you?"
Song Ming immediately stopped caring about the Silver Horn Tribe members. He commanded the Nether Snake to coil around him while looking about in all directions.
"Dao Master Song truly has a short memory. Haven't you been sending people to pursue and kill me all this time?"
With a flash of silver light,