"Surviving such an attack, how is that even possible!"
Duan Xiujie, who had fallen to the ground, exclaimed in disbelief, his hands trembling as he held Duan Longcheng's head.
Nine different Earth Level Spirit Arts striking the same person and yet he still survived; such resilience was beyond Duan Xiujie's comprehension.
Looking at Tang Sen, who was as lively as a vigorous dragon, he felt somewhat dazed.
"Such strong resilience."
With a snake head that spoke human language and vertical pupils shining fiercely, a chill voice said, "But how much more can you withstand such attacks!"
The horn on the forehead shone again, and nine snake heads swept toward the man on the ground from every angle.
With three heads and six arms reappearing, the six palms covered the ground; the earth trembled and the stone forest surged, and spikes of Golden Rockland rose up to collide with the attacking snake heads.
