Yuan Heaven Holy World, outside Tianfeng City.
The countless Low-Level Primal Chaos Origin Lifeforms that had originally besieged Tianfeng City had been swept away by the sudden boundless Blood Sea. Now, only a tiny number of exceptionally gifted Low-Level Primal Chaos Origin Lifeforms remained, fleeing for their lives.
The fleeing Cultivator powerhouses had instead turned around to hunt down those Low-Level Primal Chaos Origin Lifeforms.
The situation had reversed in an instant.
Within one vast region, the mighty Blood Sea churned. Whether Low-Level Primal Chaos Origin Lifeforms or Cultivators, not a single one dared approach.
"Enough. I can't be bothered playing with you anymore!"
Yang Wu looked at the mangled Nine-Headed Serpent and decided to give it a swift death.
He had originally wanted to find an opponent to test his own strength, but the Cultivation Holy World was ultimately not a suitable place for that.
Besides, the Nine-Headed Serpent's power had been sealed by the Sealing Formation, reducing its strength far too much.
Rumble...
Yang Wu lifted the Nine-Headed Serpent again with his left hand and repeatedly hammered it with his right. Every blow possessed the power to heavily injure the Nine-Headed Serpent.
There were no flashy techniques, only brutal physical attacks that landed fist to flesh.
Yet every strike was terrifyingly powerful. After taking more than ten consecutive blows, the Nine-Headed Serpent's already tattered body was pierced with over a dozen more bloody holes.
"No—"
Realizing that death was imminent, the Nine-Headed Serpent let out a miserable cry. Its heads, wreathed in faint flames, twisted viciously as they struggled with all their might.
It wanted to escape Yang Wu's grasp, but no matter how it struggled, Yang Wu's hand held it firmly, giving it no chance to break free.
The Nine-Headed Serpent's eyes were filled with madness. Its