A huge explosion rang out, then everything fell silent again.
All the mountains had been flattened. Every flower and blade of grass had vanished in the blast, reduced to fragments.
Then came two thuds. Ye Chen and the giant python were both thrown ten meters away. Ye Chen had passed out, while blood spilled from the python's mouth.
The python went over and checked Ye Chen's breathing. Finding that he was still alive, it placed a pill in his mouth, then left a bottle on the rubble not far from him before turning and walking away.
Ye Chen awoke from the pain.
There was no way to describe what his body was going through. One side was fire, the other ice. He was caught in a ceaseless clash between the two.
Ye Chen had no idea how to balance them. When he tried to summon the Internal energy in his body, he found nothing in his dantian. It was like a dried-up river.
His body was enduring an inhuman ordeal. His blood vessels and meridians were frozen on one side, while the other was being scorched by flames—burned again and again, then repaired again and again.
Whenever the two forces met, they began to fight. Neither would yield, and Ye Chen was struck by pain like needles stabbing him.
Ye Chen had no choice, but he couldn't just sit back and wait to die. He struggled to guide his spiritual energy, trying to bring the ice and fire together in a state of balance.
But the problem was that Ye Chen had not the slightest bit of spiritual energy. He had no way to fuse the two, so all he could do was grit his teeth and endure.
Just as Ye Chen was about to give in,
a surge of