Just as Wang Yan's palm was about to strike the Snake Soul's head, the Snake Soul gritted his teeth, a fierce expression appearing on his face. He let out a low roar, concentrating all his strength into his fingers, and with a forceful grip, he crushed the amber, simultaneously shattering the Demon Soul of the giant python within the amber.
A red light burst forth, instantly diminishing Wang Yan's oppressive force.
The Snake Soul shouted viciously, "Go to hell!"
The Demon Pattern of the giant python exploded instantly, and the immense power surged towards Wang Yan. Although he crushed the Demon Soul of the python, the Snake Soul felt heartache.
However, at this moment, his life was hanging by a thread, and the only thing that could save him was the Demon Soul of the python. Moreover, the explosion of the Demon Soul's power was incredibly vast, and if Wang Yan was caught off guard, it could likely inflict severe injury on him. Then, not only could Snake Soul escape death, but he might even turn the tables.
Wang Yan used the "Eye of Bewitchment" and his oppressive force to pin down the Snake Soul, thinking that the Snake Soul was doomed, completely not expecting him to shatter the Demon Soul, and that the explosion of its power could be so immense.
Yet, just before the Snake Soul crushed the Demon Soul, Wang Yan had already sensed a breath of danger.
This threat came on swiftly, escalating to an intense level almost as soon as it appeared.
The Wolf Pattern above Wang Yan's head also lit up, sensing the presence of this danger as well.
Without thinking, Wang Yan hurriedly retreated while crossing his palms in front of him, injecting the Power of Demon Patterns into his palms, pushing forward to block.
At that moment, the explosive force of the giant python's Demon Pattern erupted. A wave of red energy, with a blood-red hue, surged towards Wang Yan, vaguely showing a red giant python opening its bloodthirsty mouth, lunging at Wang Yan within the blood-red wave.
Such power from the energy wave seemed capable of ripping Wang Yan apart.
Wang Yan was shocked, had he not evaded earlier, he might have been either dead or badly injured. Even so, the power of the wave was enough to severely wound him.
Wang Yan dared not delay any longer, repeatedly thrusting forward with his hands, emitting ripples of the Power of Demon Patterns to form a shield.
Though the ripples were sturdy, they were immediately torn to shreds by the blood-red wave.
Each ripple Wang Yan cast was shredded by the wave, and the wave was closing in on him with alarming speed.
When the Demon Soul had been crushed, the Snake Soul had already retreated some distance, and since he had directed the fragmentation of the Demon Soul toward Wang Yan, the effect on his own location was minimal.
After escaping, Snake Soul felt very pleased seeing Wang Yan in such a plight, and he snarled, "Boy, didn't expect karma to come so soon, did you? When you're injured, I'll make sure to savor tormenting you."
Snake Soul closely watched Wang Yan, ready to strike at any moment.
Seeing himself almost cornered by the blood-red energy wave, a spirited determination surged within Wang Yan. He ceased his retreat suddenly, boldly shouting, "Let's see how strong you really are."
Seeing that Wang Yan stopped retreating and appeared ready to counter, Snake Soul was overjoyed.
Although the giant python was indeed a Warrior Level Soul Beast, it was also at the Warrior Level Great Perfection, and upon self-destructing, its explosive power definitely exceeded the Warrior Level Great Perfection, reaching at least Initial-Tier Master or higher.
If Wang Yan intended to withstand it head-on, there would be only one result: death!
Now, Wang Yan stood firmly in place, roaring, "Demon Pattern Possession!"
Following Wang Yan's shout, the Demon Pattern above his head was suddenly absorbed into his body. Immediately, a powerful and cold aura burst forth from Wang Yan's being.
As this aura surged, the red wave rushing at Wang Yan momentarily paused, seemingly intimidated by his aura.
However, the red wave halted only momentarily, then resumed its aggressive surge forward.
A chill swept across Wang Yan's face; raising his right fist, he ferociously punched toward the blood-red wave.
As Wang Yan's fist shot out, mystical patterns radiating a moonlight-like glow sprang forth around his fist, enveloping it layer by layer, morphing into a massive, watermelon-sized fist.
At this moment, Wang Yan's fist had only just swung out.
As he punched forward again, the watermelon-sized fist began to shift, appearing as if sharp ears grew from its surface, with two icy eyes forming in the center, and below them, a cavernous blood maw manifested.
This blood maw seemed ajar, revealing gleaming points of cold light—the glinting tips of sharp fangs.
At this moment, Wang Yan's fist had transformed into the head of a Gray Wolf, its jaw wide open, exposing its fangs.
This wolf's head appeared fierce and unstoppable, fangs bared, biting into the red wave.
"Boom!" A tremendous thunder resounded!
The wolf's head bathed in blue moonlight collided with the blood-red wave.
In an instant, the two lights mingled, tearing at each other, intertwining, forming a streak of blue and red light shooting high into the sky.
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For a while, neither could gain the upper hand, so the streak of light kept soaring skyward.
As they ascended, shock waves radiated out from around the luminescence, scattering in all directions.
The surrounding dust and gravel were immediately caught up, swirling and sweeping outward, engulfing everything.
When the lights reached the utmost height, an enormous explosion echoed, and in the sky emerged a mushroom cloud, blossoming as a flower of blue and red hues.
This two-colored bloom unfolded swiftly and withered even faster; the two-colored dust slowly dispersed and drifted down, turning to ash, disappearing completely into the sky.
As the ground dust settled, the space cleared up again, and the blood-red wave had vanished—only Wang Yan stood there, head held high.
Seeing Wang Yan unscathed, Snake Soul trembled uncontrollably. He couldn't fathom how Wang Yan could have withstood the self-destruction of the Demon Soul with just his own power.
Snake Soul's face turned pale with fright, and he began to retreat. After taking merely two steps backward, he cried out and turned to flee.
Seeing Snake Soul about to escape, Wang Yan snorted coldly, saying, "Do you think you can still escape now?"
With that, Wang Yan's body flickered, and he gave chase.
Wang Yan moved extremely fast, closing the distance between him and Snake Soul within a few flickers.
Snake Soul was terrified, seeing as not even the self-destruction of the Demon Soul could stop Wang Yan—what means did he have to survive against him?
With Wang Yan about to catch up, Snake Soul's face twisted in a desperate grin. He shouted, "Even if I die, I'll make sure you're not unscathed."
With that, numerous green poisonous fogs rolled out from his body, quickly spreading across half the courtyard.
Seeing the poison, a look of disdain crossed Wang Yan's face; however, his expression suddenly changed as the poisonous fog reached a corner of the courtyard. "Not good!" he exclaimed.
Then, abandoning pursuit of Snake Soul, he urgently turned and rushed toward the corner of the courtyard.
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