The sticky darkness around was continually pushed back by the white flames, and Han Yu, with a long knife in hand, raised his head and laughed.
At this stage, he could act however he pleased.
The fourth strike, the fifth strike, the sixth strike...
Each strike seemed harmless, yet each hit the monster's major artery accurately.
Outside, Xia Wuyou was fighting more and more easily. After the mass of snake heads was chopped off, their regeneration rate visibly slowed down. Seeing this, he quickly called out to the surrounding elders.
"Don't just stand there, come and help him."
Upon his command, twelve figures ascended together, forcefully supporting a massive sword array. Xia Wuyou further enhanced it by using divine techniques to conjure a dense rain of swords, making the sword array even stronger.
Explosions continuously echoed from outside the mountain. Everywhere the mountain collapsed, it regenerated, and then collapsed again.
