Blood Red-First Spirit Ring, Hundred-Thousand-Year! (Part 1)

The instant the Blood Nether Python squeezed its body out of the underground fissure, every hair on everyone's body in the passageway stood on end. Their blood vessels constricted, their sweat glands shut down—their bodies reacted before their brains did.

The python's body was as thick as a water vat, its scales layered over one another. Dark-red blood mist seeped from every scale, and the armor itself steamed with Soul Power.

Ninety thousand years.

Under normal circumstances, killing something like this would require an entire Soul Sage-level squad, three support-type Soul Masters working in tandem, and half a month of tactical planning. Even then, the odds of success would only be fifty percent.

Su Chen took two seconds to issue every order.

"Iron Wall, front."

"Shadow Leopard Three and Four, take the children through the eastern passage."

"Black Tortoise, thirty meters centered on me. Set up the formation."

There were no unnecessary words.

Iron Wall had already charged out.

The three-meter-tall dark-golden giant bear sprinted at full speed, every step smashing a crater into the ground. Iron Wall raised its right paw high, wrapped in dark-golden Soul Power, and slammed it directly onto the Blood Nether Python's skull.

Boom.

The shockwave exploded outward from the point of impact, sending spiderweb cracks through the rock walls on both sides of the passage.

The Blood Nether Python's head was smashed brutally into the ground. A pale mark burst across the hard scales of its cranial armor.

That was all.

A pale mark.

It did not even count as breaking its defense.

The giant python's body suddenly sprang up, its tail sweeping sideways—so fast that the eye could only catch a blood-red afterimage.

Iron Wall was sent flying. It smashed through the first rock wall, then crashed through the second amid flying rubble.