The red mist spewed by the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent contained an extremely potent poison, one of its signature weapons.
But its poison was useless against Su Yuntao and Yang Wudi. Yang Wudi had taken the Aromatic Silk Beauty, so that went without saying. As for Su Yuntao, having drunk a whole bowl of Yang Wudi's blood, he would also be immune to all poisons for quite some time.
Seeing the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent flee in a frenzy, Su Yuntao instantly pushed his speed to the limit. The serpent had suffered a series of grievous injuries, and now was the time to hunt it down.
The two men and the serpent raced for their lives along the narrow Hell Road. But as time passed, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent gradually began to falter. Already covered in wounds, it started to slow down.
Su Yuntao seized his chance. Thunderbolt flashed from his hand. Against the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent in its current state, Thunder Strike needed no time to charge up to finish it off.
The lightning, carrying the breath of death, shot toward the serpent at astonishing speed. At that moment, a brilliant red light suddenly burst from its body.
In an instant, the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's speed surged to the limit. It narrowly dodged Su Yuntao's killing blow and plunged into the searing magma below Hell Road.
"Burning Life Fire? Hmph!" Yang Wudi sneered. "That beast has guts."
Su Yuntao said calmly, "Every living creature unleashes its greatest strength when faced with death. But most of the time, fighting for its life isn't enough to change its fate."
Yang Wudi nodded. "Little Monster, I can feel the Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent's life force growing weaker and weaker. But it's plunged into