At this moment, it was not only Mu Yingluo and Li Piaoyu who were in despair, but every surviving cultivator Su Shi'er had rescued.
After being imprisoned for so long, both their bodies and minds had suffered devastating torment. They had no fighting strength to speak of.
Before them, the ones with the greatest hope were undoubtedly the Man in Black and Su Shi'er.
But with both of them suffering defeat in succession, no one could think of any remaining hope or possibility of escape.
Grief and despair permeated the entire garden.
In contrast, Su Shi'er stared at the giant python and Wind Blades rushing to claim his life. His expression was incomparably grave, yet there was not much panic on his face.
"A fine road of no return to the Yellow Springs. But unfortunately, I have no interest in it. As for you, in my view, you already have one foot through the Gates of Hell without even realizing it!"
True Essence surged madly within him as Su Shi'er's blazing gaze locked onto Old Monster Yan.
The moment those words were spoken, everyone present was stunned!
Old Monster Yan had one foot through the Gates of Hell?
Did he still have another trump card? How could that be possible?
Pairs of eyes swiftly swept over Su Shi'er. All they could see was a figure struggling more and more to remain standing beneath the enormous pressure.
And... the enormous, savage head of the fire python drawing ever closer.
Setting aside the invisible Wind Blades, the fire python's flicking tongue alone carried an offensive power infinitely close to that of a Level Four Formation.
No one could imagine what method might still turn the tables in the face of such a situation.
Old Monster Yan could not imagine it either.
Yet