The middle-aged spearman, who had already prepared himself to die, was forced to retreat nearly ten steps by the violent wind stirred up when the corpse of the Purple Scale Cloud Eater Python crashed down. Only when he stopped did he look up, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The mountain-like body of the Purple Scale Cloud Eater Python was piled together, its massive head split open from the middle, red and white matter flowing all over the ground. It was already dead.
Not far behind, Yao Xue and the blue-robed youth saw this scene, both widening their eyes, their expressions filled with disbelief, with a lingering trace of fear still not dispersed.
Just moments ago, the two had thought this would become the burial ground for all of them.
A Demon Beast capable of manifesting its Demon Qi didn't need to expend much effort to kill a few Martial Artists in the Spiritual Rotation Realm.
