Amid the dim, dreamlike interplay of light and shadow, a Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent silently emerged, its eyes like flames dancing in a furnace, crimson and fathomless.
Its body was covered in scales as dark red as the sky on the verge of dusk.
Most striking of all were its peculiar head and back.
Nine scarlet protrusions rose in a staggered arrangement, like nine blood-jade mushrooms brimming with life.
Rivers of blood seemed to murmur within them, eerie yet overflowing with vitality.
Its belly was abnormally swollen, as though it held the fiercest heat between heaven and earth.
Its body stretched at least a hundred feet long.
It advanced slowly, each movement sending faint tremors through the ground as a heart-clenching pressure filled the air.
The Four Heavenly Kings of Hell exchanged glances, their brows furrowing into deep creases as an indescribable tension hung in the air.
They knew full well that the aura emanating from this Soul Beast was every bit as ferocious as that of the Three-Headed Dark Gold Bat King before it, if not more so.
At the sight, a faint smile curved Chen Jue's lips. Understanding gleamed in his eyes as he murmured to himself.
"No wonder you can ignore the Dragon God's current pressure. I just remembered-you're a Primordial Beast."
He remembered that this was how it had been described in the original work.
"But that only goes for the pressure!"
With that, Chen Jue drew the divine artifact, the Dragon-Slaying Blade.
He had intended to use the Sword of Destruction, but using the Dragon God Martial Soul throughout the journey had nearly exhausted his Soul Power under Slaughter City's suppression!
At that thought, Chen Jue withdrew his Dragon God Martial Soul and fixed his gaze on the swaggering Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent,