The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent had ten heads, of which at least three to four could attack simultaneously, and the projectile speed of each head was absurdly fast. Coupled with the waves of fire it whipped up from the magma from time to time, the entire combat space was extremely restricted.
In the ensuing battle, Bing Yekong darted back and forth rapidly across the narrow bridge deck while using sword qi to make ranged attacks on those glowing tumors.
Every time it was hit, the giant snake let out a painful screech, then lunged forward even more frantically.
The bridge deck cracked with splits under the continuous impacts, and some parts had already been smashed away by more than half, leaving only a narrow thread where one could plant their feet.
Bing Yekong's wound beneath his ribs ripped open again during this process, and blood soaked the cloth strips, flowing down along his waist and abdomen.
His breathing also began to grow heavy, the physical strength accumulated from two years of combat draining away rapidly under this high-intensity consumption.
The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was enraged.
Its entire body pulled up abruptly from the magma, and its huge tail swept across from behind Bing Yekong.
That tail brought rolling waves of fire, smashing toward the bridge deck like a dark-red city wall.
Bing Yekong was too late to dodge.
He gritted his teeth and turned, the Tianshuang Sword held vertically in front of him as cold air condensed into a thick ice shield on the blade.
The instant the tail crashed into the ice shield, the shield shattered into flying shards of ice with a crisp crack.
The immense impact sent his entire body flying out, his back slamming into the stone wall of the bridge deck as