Although the Abyss consciousness's heavy punch just now had displayed terrifying, peerless power—shattering the Master-Swallowing Painted Python's head in a single blow and violently blasting away its massive body along with it—
That brutal, tyrannical force had also been the last scraps of brute strength the Abyss consciousness could muster.
For Ye Chen had completely stripped away the regenerative power upon which it stood, utterly sealing off the source of its spiritual power!
And so, the Abyss consciousness now had barely any strength left!
At this very moment, it was like an ordinary man cast down from godhood, his head pinned beneath the water by Ye Chen, unable to breathe, unable to break free—no longer the invincible, insolent existence it had been before!
"Ha... ha... ha!"
The Abyss consciousness, occupying the right half of Ye Chen's body, lay sprawled at the bottom of the dark, cramped forest hill for several seconds, gasping weakly and rapidly as it thought with a twisted expression.
(That beast... isn't dead!)
(That punch wasn't enough to finish it!)
(And this filthy thief is still clinging to my regenerative power!)
(Damn it... damn it!)
(I no longer have the strength to fight on both fronts at once!)
(Now... I have to escape!)
(First, shake off that Labyrinth Relic!)
(Then subdue Ye Chen's soul!)
(At this point...)
(This is my only choice left——!)
With its eyes nearly splitting apart, the disheveled youth extended his mangled arm, trying to force his bloodied body up from the ground!
Before Little Python returned, it had to flee this place at full speed and could not give its opponent another chance to get close!
However, just as the Abyss consciousness painfully straightened its back, a succession of powerful pulling forces struck all across its body, brutally pressing the Abyss consciousness and