Ding Moluo watched from the distant sky, standing by as a spectator.
If it had been the old him, Ding Moluo would certainly have thought the hunter foolish to the extreme for daring to charge voluntarily into Fente's sword momentum. Other than dying without a whole corpse, there was basically no other possible outcome.
However, after the series of life-and-death battles he had fought with Ye Chen earlier, Ding Moluo had now personally realized that both Ye Chen's temperament and strength defied all common sense.
This young man's actions and thoughts simply could not be gauged or predicted by the logic of ordinary people.
Thus, at this very moment, Ding Moluo's intuition told him that even though Fente had become serious to this extent, Ye Chen could not possibly be dealt with so easily.
And the subsequent course of the battle swiftly proved Ding Moluo's conjecture.
Beneath the "Hundred Legs, Ten Thousand Swords" fused by Fente from "Hundred-Legged Insect Body" and "Brood Hive Sword Rain," the "Master-Swallowing Painted Python" held out for only a few short seconds before its entire body was shredded into dregs by Fente like froth.
Yet before that, it had once again fired a "Python King Blood Cannon" at Fente's distant head.
Naturally, Fente tilted her head aside and evaded the ambush.
What Fente had not expected was that this crimson beam was actually nothing more than one of Ye Chen's "stepping stones."
Ye Chen had deliberately narrowed the attack range of this "Python King Blood Cannon," greatly enhancing its impact instead. Wrapping himself in a compatible blood membrane, he concealed his true body within it—like a surfing master who created a tsunami to ride upon.
Fente's "Hundred Legs, Ten Thousand Swords" had indeed crushed Ye Chen's "Master-Swallowing Painted Python" in the blink of an eye.