The poisonous flames scorched Li Pingsheng's scalp.
The fingers holding his hand seal could not move.
The air around him was saturated with fire-attributed spiritual energy, without the slightest trace of lightning-attributed spiritual energy.
"Human, your crutch is useless now."
The Blazing Fire Python's demon soul opened its gaping maw, and fire poison dripped into the lava below, burning a deep pit into it.
It thought that with this human cultivator's techniques sealed off, he would surely collapse into despair.
Li Pingsheng stared at the four fangs crashing down at him, his mind calculating at breakneck speed.
Retreat? Behind him lay a sea of lava. One step back meant his soul would be annihilated.
Dodge? Within this illusion, he was not as fast as this demon soul.
He had fought his way from the Outer City into the Inner City, stood against the Black Water Gang, and endured the demon formation beneath the Dragon Locking Well.
What he relied on was neither luck nor any damned panel.
It was that refusal to die burning inside him.
"To hell with your techniques."
"To hell with lightning summoning."
Li Pingsheng tore apart his hand seal in one motion. He stopped forming seals, stopped dodging.
His thigh muscles tensed, shattering the crust of lava beneath his feet. Instead of retreating, he charged forward, slamming straight toward the demon soul's gaping, blood-filled maw.
The demon soul's movements paused.
It had devoured plenty of cultivators, but it had never seen one charge at it of his own accord.
In that brief moment of stunned hesitation, Li Pingsheng had already rushed before its fangs.
He dodged the poisonous flames, dropped his body low, and clawed both hands tightly into a protruding scale beneath the Blazing Fire Python's jaw.
Fucking hot.
Li Pingsheng trembled from head to