Shangu Yizun's nose was practically bent out of shape with anger, his heart a raging storm. He had never been humiliated like this before and wished he could slaughter Chu Hao then and there.
"You forced my hand," he said.
Shangu Yizun bit through the tip of his tongue, spraying blood onto the brush of the True Word Brush, and declared, "You're asking for death."
With the True Word Brush in hand, Shangu Yizun drew out a formation. The consumption was enormous this time; he was indeed fighting with all he had.
Light radiated in all directions. Several meters away, sigils branded the outline of the formation, from which a giant snake emerged. It had pitch-black scales that glittered coldly—a monstrous creature with eight heads and eight tails.
Its eyes were like red lanterns. Its body was covered with moss, cypress, and cedar trees, and its belly was always gory, as if it were festering.
Yamata no Orochi?
A monster from the mythology of Wo Country.
