At that moment, Xiao Yan's face showed neither joy nor sorrow as the Flame Sun in his hand abruptly plunged downward.
It had locked onto the Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperor's aura. Even if he tried his utmost to dodge, he could not escape unless he could traverse space itself.
Watching the Flame Sun descend, he felt a genuine threat to his life, even though it did not seem particularly fast.
"This lunatic! I hate fighting lunatics more than anything!"
Only now did the Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperor finally dare not hold anything back.
Against an attack he could not evade, only one path offered a sliver of survival: counter it with all the power he possessed.
His scales began changing color, turning from black to red as blood surged beneath them. He was about to unleash a bloodline secret technique.
Such a technique consumed his own blood essence. Win or lose, his condition and cultivation would decline drastically for some time afterward. It was truly a technique for staking his life.
"Bloodline Secret Art-Emperor Snake Blood Body!"
The Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperor's blood and Dou Qi separated from his body together, forming an even larger python-shaped dharma body around him.
This dharma body took the form of a seventh-tier Ancient Blood Python, said to be the ancestor of the Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperor, with strength comparable to a human Dou Zong.
Unfortunately, this kind of Magical Beast had vanished over the endless ages, leaving only descendants who possessed fragments of its bloodline.
Even among Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperors, very few could awaken such a secret technique!
The Blood Python Dharma Body was several times larger than the Eight-Winged Black Snake Emperor, towering a full hundred zhang high.
The falling Flame Sun seemed tiny before it, yet he dared not relax