The Misfortune Manipulator's hidden Control Strings swiftly wound around the Master-Swallowing Painted Python's enormous body, only to be severed one after another by the latter's spiked scales.
Yet, even as it broke free from the Control Strings' deathly entanglement, hundreds upon thousands of square patterns emerged across the crimson giant python's scaled surface.
It was the sign that Ding Moluo had successfully activated the effect of his Spirit Art.
"Break down into countless blocks------!"
Ding Moluo laughed wildly, consumed by fervor.
The next second, the Master-Swallowing Painted Python's rugged shell transformed before Ding Moluo's eyes into countless chunks of blood-red blocks, just as he had anticipated, before exploding viciously from head to tail in every direction.
Bang------!
As Ding Moluo watched the Master-Swallowing Painted Python disintegrate, his face was filled with satisfaction. Then, he swept his gaze toward the blood mist behind it.
(That brat surely isn't stupid enough to risk crawling inside that giant snake. He must be hiding in the blood mist behind it, secretly watching how things unfold. Come on, let me see what clever little trick you'll pull next!)
At that thought, anticipation flickered in Ding Moluo's eyes.
He knew that Ye Chen, having taken down Ruilin, Nicola, and Taitino one after another all by himself, could not possibly be some rash, brainless fool. Naturally, there was no way he would throw his life away so easily.
However, Ding Moluo had only guessed half of it right.
Ye Chen truly would not recklessly court death.
But that was an entirely separate matter from whether he was inside the Master-Swallowing Painted Python.
Just as Ding Moluo arbitrarily concluded that Ye Chen himself was lurking in the blood mist behind him, shifting his gaze and attention there—
Another dark-red figure suddenly shot out from the giant snake fragments