Golden light flashed as the Golden Man Puppet's two-handed greatsword came crashing down on the Blackwind Demon Python with the force of Mount Tai bearing down from above. The Golden Man Puppet knew no powerful battle techniques, but the blow was heavy and forceful. With the Spirit Stone's energy driving it at full strength, radiance flowed across the greatsword, and its might was actually not much inferior to the Earthsplitter Saber.
The Blackwind Demon Python's scales were astonishingly tough. Even an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator would have found it difficult to severely injure it in a single strike. Yet those originally indestructible scales could only offer a certain degree of resistance now. After breaking through the scales, the greatsword cleaved straight into the Blackwind Demon Python's flesh without any fancy flourish. And that was not all—the Golden Man Puppet thrust both hands forward, raising the sword as the greatsword ripped through the python's flesh, exposing its organs in a splash.
Badly wounded, the Blackwind Demon Python let out repeated shrill hisses, and its control over the Monster Core was no longer as smooth as before. Under the bone-deep agony, the green Yin Snakefire on the Monster Core scattered almost beyond its control, losing the cohesion it had possessed.
When the other Blackwind Demon Python, which was a circle smaller, saw the battle suddenly turn against them, it let out a strange hiss and fled without hesitation, abandoning its companion. The gaunt old man gave a cold laugh. Even among human cultivators, it was hardly uncommon for people to scatter in all directions when disaster struck, so it was no surprise that these sinister demon pythons would do the same. At that moment, the gaunt old man could not help feeling relieved. If the Blackwind Demon Pythons won, the enraged pythons