In the midst of a ferocious roar, another snake head was severed by the dark giant with a horizontal slash of its sword.
The crimson-gold snake blood scattered across the sky, also spattering onto the giant, corroding and melting the exquisitely crafted armor on its body into a dense array of pits and holes.
The only remaining snake head opened its sharp, fanged mouth wide, its throat bulging like a balloon, and spat out at the giant.
An immense amount of crimson-gold flames burst forth from its gaping maw.
The temperature was so incredibly high that even Xue Jing, floating in the distance, couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his face, feeling the surrounding temperature rise sharply. In no time, his skin felt like it was about to scald.
If even he, standing far away, felt this way, not to mention the direct target of the attack—the dark giant.
