The collision was so violent that the earth shook with it, and those atop the gate tower could barely keep their footing.
Blazing fire swept across dozens of yards. The demon soldiers on the plain had nowhere to hide, and scores were killed or wounded in an instant.
"Who won?"
Everyone atop the gate tower struggled to look down.
The snow and dust blanketing the field slowly settled, revealing the scene within.
The ground had sunk a full twelve feet. The pit looked as though a meteor had struck it, riddled with flames and fissures.
Amid that devastation, an enormous figure suddenly burst out.
It was a White-Scaled Giant Snake, as large as a flood dragon.
He let out a long, piercing cry. His scales shattered all over his body, and writhing tongues of crimson flame spurted through the cracks.
"It's him!"
"It's Yan Qing!"
"Where's Grandmaster Liu?"
Everyone atop the gate tower was horrified.
Yan Qing was still alive!
He looked badly wounded, but he could still fight.
He had even manifested his white snake true form.
Now he smashed through the wind-driven snow with a roar, sweeping toward the far side of the crater.
Chen Mu's heart clenched.
"Master!"
He saw his master, Liu Qingcang, standing at the edge of the crater.
Liu Qingcang's aura was feeble now. His immense Qi-Blood was rapidly ebbing, and his temples had turned gray.
That last strike had been his all-out killing blow.
Yet it had still failed to kill the snake demon.
Now the giant snake smashed through flames and swirling snow, bearing down to crush him. Liu Qingcang no longer had the strength to fight.
"Ah..."
"Such are the times. Such is fate."
At last, he heaved a heavy sigh and prepared to await death.
But how could Chen Mu