"That's..."
Fang Yuan's figure shot backward, but the blood-red python in midair had already reached him and BOOM! exploded.
WHAM!
In that split second, he only had time to circulate the inner force of his Iron Cloth Shirt and raise it before himself. A blinding red light immediately engulfed him.
SIZZLE!
Fang Yuan's expression changed. A searing pain struck both his hands as an extremely violent, terrifyingly corrosive force punched through his defenses and spread up his arms.
After all his years of bitter training, the inner force of his seventh-layer Eagle Claw Iron Cloth Shirt was utterly swept aside by this force, just like an Internal Breath martial artist facing a master of inner power.
PFFT!
He tumbled away and collapsed to the ground, still reeling in shock. So this is... Origin Power? The rumors were true—the Spirit Scholars can cast spells with a mere gesture and harness the power of nature!!!
"Hmm?"
The blood python's explosion left several of the attacked martial artists without so much as a corpse.
Only Fang Yuan remained, having run farther away and reacted swiftly. He appeared to have fallen unconscious with severe injuries, but still had a faint breath.
Seeing this, the mysterious black-clad man gave a startled, suspicious sound. "Lucky you. You're just an ordinary person injured by my Blood Origin Power. You still think you can survive?"
Looking at Fang Yuan lying motionless and unconscious, he took two steps forward. Blood light gathered faintly in his right hand, as though he intended to finish him off.
"ROAR!!!"
Just then, a long howl rose from the lava lake below, carrying an urgent note.
"Damn it! Useless trash—you can't even hold on for this long!"
The black-clad man's expression shifted. He immediately abandoned Fang Yuan and sped away.
"Blood Python Rampage, slay