Miasma Flesh Mass

Zhang Xuntong gripped the sword hilt tightly, his body leaping back and forth atop the Fire Python's head.

Seeing that this move could do nothing to Zhang Xuntong, the Fire Python let out an enraged roar and charged toward the magma.

A chill flashed through Zhang Xuntong's eyes as he violently yanked the longsword embedded in the Fire Python's skull free.

Pfft! Blood splattered in every direction.

He flipped through the air and landed atop a stone pillar.

Plop!

The instant he left, the Fire Python plunged headfirst into the molten lava.

Then it burst back out with a violent surge.

The wounded Fire Python was clearly in a berserk state, its roars coming one after another.

Its iron tail lashed at Zhang Xuntong like a cannonball.

Zhang Xuntong was no less willing to yield.

As he leaped, his fingers brushed across the sword blade.

He murmured, "Sharp Gold Sword Art—Blade of the Broken Sword!"

Boom! Boom boom!

Hundreds, thousands of sword blades condensed in an instant and shot toward the charging Fire Python.

Zhang Xuntong himself charged forward alongside the blades.

He clashed fiercely with the Fire Python within the lava cavern.

As time passed, Zhang Xuntong discovered that the Fire Python could restore the demonic power within its body by drawing upon the raging fire energy in the magma.

Surface wounds posed no great threat to it at all.

If he could use Spirit Talismans against it, Zhang Xuntong would never have been driven into such a sorry state.

But within the Trial Tower, the only things one could rely on were one's own strength and the weapon in one's hand.

Spirit Talismans, one-use magic artifacts, and the like could not be used.

By now, the scales on the Fire Python's body were flying everywhere, blood constantly seeping