Then, the Auling Power singularity that had been poised to strike transformed within the "Master-Swallowing Painted Python's" mouth into a vast, glorious crimson blood cannon, firing a near point-blank blast straight into the thread cocoon where Ding Moluo stood.
BOOM——————————!
The next instant, the immense "Python King Blood Cannon" mercilessly struck the surface of the interwoven "Misfortune Manipulator," only to undergo an abrupt mutation under the effects of Ding Moluo's Spirit Art, turning into a congealed tide of blood.
Yet even so, before the point-blank onslaught of the "Python King Blood Cannon," Ding Moluo, light as a swan feather, was still unable to completely erase the terrifying impact it unleashed.
Thus, beneath Ye Chen's calm and composed gaze, Ding Moluo, cocoon and all, was violently blasted away by the "Python King Blood Cannon." In the blink of an eye, he shot across dozens of kilometers, ultimately flying toward the far side of this forest world's barrier and temporarily vanishing from Ye Chen's sight.
Having blasted Ding Moluo away with that tremendously heavy strike, Ye Chen reached out and summoned Little Python back to his side before letting out a long breath of stale air in slight relief.
"Phew."
Ye Chen understood that, no matter how vicious and swift his follow-up attack had been, Ding Moluo had still reacted in time at the very last moment.
Therefore, that move of Ye Chen's still had not been enough to take Ding Moluo's life.
After all, this Mad Clown was an old monster who had lived for an entire century, an existence far beyond all reason. Naturally, he could not be so easily blasted into scraps by Ye Chen.
Even so, Ye Chen could be certain that his "Python King Blood Cannon" had definitely left tangible wounds on Ding Moluo's body.
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