The gigantic centipede violently broke free from the Lesser Master of Fate Danling had cast, letting out an earth-shaking roar as it spewed even thicker purple venomous mist from its mouth.
It seemed to sense danger. Its enormous body rapidly crawled backward, trying to widen the distance.
A cold smile curled at Li Luosheng's lips, his gaze stabbing straight toward the centipede's head.
Just then!
You appeared soundlessly, the Five-Colored Divine Light in your palm condensing into a sharp spear that shot straight through the old Daoist standing where the centipede's upper and lower body met!
It met almost no resistance. The old Daoist's head burst apart like a watermelon, purple-black poisonous blood and thick mist spraying in every direction.
Yet the lower half of the centipede's body remained alive despite death. Its headless corpse still writhed and thrashed madly across the open ground of the Daoist temple, knocking over the pill furnace once more.
But no delight appeared on your face. Your eyes shifted slightly, already turning toward the pill furnace—faint, strange scratching sounds were coming from within.
Li Luosheng's voice sounded at just the right moment, carrying a warning. "Brother Zhou, this is not its true body. Inside the furnace... is where it..."
The poisonous mist around you grew ever thicker, nearly blotting out your vision. The scenery gradually became impossible to distinguish.
Fortunately, your eyesight was exceptionally sharp now. You vaguely caught sight of a tiny centipede crawling out of the pill furnace, hurriedly scuttling down the bluestone slabs and fleeing in panic toward the depths of the temple behind the furnace.
Seeing you kill the Centipede Daoist with a mere gesture, Feng Qingyun was greatly alarmed. This place clearly had restrictions that suppressed magical power; ordinary people should all have been trapped by them.
Yet neither