Above the subterranean river in the Cyan Miasma Swamp, a silent black bolt of lightning relentlessly pursued a frantic, fleeing cloud of dark green mist.
Within the mist, the Divine Soul of Hiss, the Three-Headed Illusory Yin Snake, trembled violently, every thought steeped in agony and venomous hatred.
Ye Jinghong's Military Soul Divine Spear had torn apart its Divine Realm and grievously wounded its Divine Body.
"Damn you, human! How dare you offend the great Hiss!"
The Head of Hatred let out a silent roar, its Divine Soul's fluctuations brimming with brutality.
"Calm down. Our Divine Power is dissipating. We must return to the Profound Water True Monarch's territory as quickly as possible, or else..." In the eyes of the Head of Dominance, anxiety was almost palpable.
Just then, the vertical pupils of the Head of Cunning narrowed abruptly as it turned to look back.
"A little bug is catching up."
