Divine Slaughter's Domain

Qin Yun's attack did not stop as he hurled the explosive.

His second move was already prepared.

Nine heavy metal spears took shape.

The Fierce Yang Serpent had barely regained a trace of feeling in its rigid body when its tail swept toward him.

A beast of its kind was a beast of its kind. That jolt would have left an ordinary Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast unable to fight for a while.

Fortunately, Qin Yun was ready.

He sprang up, clearing the tail. While he was still in the air, the magnetic field accelerated the nine heavy spears and drove them down one by one. Each pierced a blood-red protrusion through its base.

The Fierce Yang Serpent screamed.

Those nine protrusions were its vital points.

Once they broke, blood and venom gushed along the spear shafts. Its massive body thrashed, but the nine spears pinned it in place as rubble tumbled into the Blood Pool like an avalanche.

And it was still alive.

Qin Yun's eyes turned cold. He raised a hand and clenched it.

Nitrogen was drawn from the air in vast quantities, compressed into liquid nitrogen, and poured over its head.

At nearly two hundred degrees below zero, the liquid coated the serpent's body. White frost instantly spread over its dark-red scales, and its thrashing visibly slowed and grew sluggish.

Freeze it first. Then shatter it.

One final heavy spear formed, thicker than the other nine.

The magnetic field drove it faster and faster until it struck the Fierce Yang Serpent's vital spot with a shrill whistle.

Crack!

The enormous body shattered piece by piece. Fragments and ice shards plunged into the Blood Pool, sending up waves of blood several meters high.

The Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent was dead.

A speck of golden-red light flew from the shattered