Standing from a distance, Xiahou Que and the others were still smiling as they watched Wang Yan surrounded by the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, waiting for him to be bitten to death by the snakes.
But suddenly, the situation changed dramatically. The massive Ten Thousand Headed Serpent shattered with Wang Yan's few loud shouts, its body disintegrating and scattering everywhere.
The serpent was so large that, after breaking apart, its remnants filled the entire valley, blocking Wang Yan and the Snake Soul.
In the eyes of everyone, they could only see that the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent actually had no flesh or blood, and what surged out of its remains were plumes of black smoke.
Amidst the smoke, severed heads continued to screech, struggling and perishing within the fog.
As the smoke from the shattered Ten Thousand Headed Serpent continued to spread, Snake Soul saw through the fragmented serpent and rolling smoke, a gleaming point growing larger in its sight.
