Seeing the two "prey" burrow into the rock and flee, the hostility in the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's eyes intensified.
With a swing of its body, its enormous head slammed fiercely into the tunnel bored by the tentacles.
The tunnel was only a little over a zhang wide. Compared to the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's massive head, it was like the eye of a needle.
"Rumble!"
The rocks shattered, and countless fragments flew in all directions.
The serpent's head forcibly smashed through the rock wall and bored into the stone.
However, its speed underground was much slower than that of the blood-colored tentacles.
The distance between them gradually widened.
Seeing this, the Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent slightly opened its jaws, and white poisonous mist immediately gushed forth.
Confined by the surrounding rock, the poisonous mist did not disperse. Like a huge white club a zhang thick, it stabbed toward the two ahead.
Of the two, Rong Shao, who was at the rear, flashed with anxiety in his eyes.
The Ghost-Faced Demon Serpent's poisonous mist could contaminate magical treasures. With his methods, he would soon be unable to withstand its assault.
His gaze shifted involuntarily toward "Gu Huang" ahead.
"Gu Huang's" strength was truly terrifying. Whether it was that strange sea of blood or the vast divine lightning, the power they displayed surpassed that of any Integrated Body Realm Cultivator he had ever seen.
No wonder "Gu Huang" had managed to retreat unscathed from the siege of two Mahayana cultivators.
"Gu Huang" should have a way to deal with the poisonous mist behind them, but Rong Shao was somewhat embarrassed to ask.
After all, having to rely on "Gu Huang" for everything made him seem rather useless.
At that moment, Song Wen's voice suddenly rang out.
"Fellow Daoist Rong Shao, move aside."
Before his