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When the old man unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar, the Three-Headed Python's attacks grew even more terrifying and frenzied. It knew it could not sustain its current state for long.

But no matter how fierce or cunning its attacks were, they were blocked. Though one Soul Emperor and two Soul Kings had fallen, a Soul Saint using his Martial Soul Avatar was far stronger than before.

A Soul Beast with three attributes was formidable, especially one nearing eighty thousand years old. If it had faced only a single Soul Saint, that person would never have been its match.

But now it faced one Soul Saint, eight Soul Emperors, and three Soul Kings. A force like that could take on a Soul Douluo!

Even so, they still could not defeat the Three-Headed Python after it burned its blood essence. Nor could it overcome them. Neither side could do anything to the other—and their combined strength was enough to face a Soul Douluo!

That such a force still could not subdue the Three-Headed Python showed how terrifyingly strong it was.

The group fought the Three-Headed Python for another two minutes. Battles between experts were often decided in an instant, yet this many people had clashed with a single Soul Beast for over two minutes. They had exchanged no fewer than several hundred blows!

As time passed, everyone suffered injuries of one degree or another, while the Three-Headed Python remained unhurt. Yet it grew increasingly agitated. It could plainly feel its strength fading.

At this rate, I won't get the Seven-Petal Orchid or kill them. I might even die here.

Thoughts raced through the Three-Headed Python's mind. It wanted to leave at once, but the opportunity before it kept drawing it back. These people continued to stand in its way, and it could