Its life force was being constantly devoured. For the first time, this prehistoric beast felt despair. It desperately straightened itself and tried to retreat, but a snake's body was not suited for backing up in such a narrow space. It still could not escape the clump of black mud in its eyes.
It continuously spat blazing red light from its mouth, trying to blast apart the narrow path and prevent more Yin Five Thunders from flooding over. But the entire path was tightly wrapped in Yin Five Thunders. The firelight could not even produce an explosion when it struck them. Everything it did was futile.
The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent had fallen into despair. It began wildly thrashing its body, trying to make one last stand through sheer physical force. Unsurprisingly, the Yin Five Thunders clung to its body as though coated in glue. Even when it whipped itself around like a flail, nothing changed. It finally understood that it could not escape death today. But rather than being drained dry by this black mud and dying such a humiliating death, it would rather die in a more spectacular, more dignified way.
The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent stopped struggling and allowed the Yin Five Thunders to crawl over its skin. However, the nine fleshy tumors on its back began to glow, their brightness steadily intensifying. It wanted to blow itself up and go out with a bang!
Yet just as the nine tumors were about to explode, it seemed to see a flash of white light. Before it could react, a bolt of black lightning streaked through the darkness and pierced directly through its head. For any animal, losing sufficient heat from the brain meant certain death—let alone a fire-attributed beast like it, one imbued with the utmost