Ansol stared emotionlessly at the ferocious beast lying in front of him, its last head had just been exploded. At the moment, this giant serpent, whose body stretched for miles, was writhing in pain in the dried-up swamp, from which large amounts of dirty water had been evaporated due to the battle.
However, even with all its heads shattered, this giant serpent was not dead. Compared to when it first engaged in combat, this serpent's life force had only slightly weakened, and it was still incredibly robust. To Ansol's perception, the life force of this vicious beast was as vigorous as an erupting volcano.
Ansol could clearly see the severed neck of the serpent, where the broken flesh and bone fragments were still twitching, trying to regenerate a head, but because all eight heads had been blown away, its growth was sluggish. The serpent was now in a vulnerable situation, ripe for the slaughter.
