The Poisonous Python King originally wanted to control the inner core and deliver another blow to smash the boy's head as well.
However, he felt a piercing pain in his vital spot and a huge hole suddenly appearing in his body, so he had to give up this tempting idea for the time being.
"Cough...cough..."
The venomous python king couldn't help but cough up a large amount of blood from its giant mouth, which was also covered with small fragments of internal organs.
In his extreme weakness, he could only watch as Wang Zheng, with an expression of disbelief on his face, plummeted straight down from the clouds.
While still descending vertically, Wang Zheng felt his hands and feet getting cold and gradually becoming numb. At this moment, his mind was buzzing and he could no longer perceive anything in the outside world.
The moment his body was blasted apart, the crimson cloud beneath his feet dissipated.
Wang Zheng stared blankly as crimson blood gushed upwards from his chest, resembling a crimson fountain.
He kept trying to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, wanting to release the Holy Light spell. Beams of light flickered around him, but even when they were released, they couldn't cover his continuously descending body.
'Am I going to die? I guess I'm still not careful enough. My parents will be so sad. I still have so many things I want to do...'
"boom--"
With a muffled thud, Wang Zheng, lost in his thoughts, fell heavily to the ground.
The immense impact deformed his spine, and his entire torso was only held together by a small patch of skin and flesh on the right side.
At the same time, a large amount of blood began to seep from Wang Zheng's seven orifices.
Even more seriously, the fall disrupted all the spiritual energy he had painstakingly gathered, and the holy light spell that he had already condensed in his hand suddenly dissipated.
Wang Zheng's consciousness was beginning to blur. As he lay on the ground, he seemed to hear countless roars in his ears.
He tried to continue mobilizing spiritual energy but found that he could no longer control the spiritual power within his body.
He stared blankly at the Poisonous Python King, which had already retracted its domain and was beginning to descend from mid-air.
But he simply couldn't move his body any further.
Looking at the distant sky, it was as if it had been washed clean, without a single cloud or mist, crystal blue, appearing high and far away, and very beautiful.
'So this is what waiting for death feels like? I wonder if I'll ever be able to go back…'
Gradually, Wang Zheng's eyes began to bloodshot, and his vision turned completely red.
Only the data panel in front of me popped up on its own, still emitting a faint glow, with a glaring blood-red warning flashing in the stamina column.
Stamina: 1
...
At this moment, the Poisonous Python King had returned to human form. He covered his chest with one hand and slowly landed next to Wang Zheng.
Looking at the kid on the ground, half of his body was gone, yet he was still radiating a powerful life force. One couldn't help but marvel at how tough this kid's life was.
But so what? He's still about to die.
To think that an ordinary awakened being could contend with a veteran demon king like myself is to underestimate the true value of a demon king.
The Poisonous Python King spoke with a cold laugh:
"Release Huang Zumeng's body now, and I'll give you a quick death!"
Although Wang Zheng could see nothing but the still-flashing data panel and his ears were ringing, he could still hear the words of the Poisonous Python King.
He opened his mouth slightly and uttered two words in a barely audible voice.
"Idiot...cough cough cough..."
It seemed that those two words had exhausted all his strength, and Wang Zheng was still coughing up hot blood.
Knowing that there was no hope, the King of Poisonous Pythons turned cold.
A decision was made immediately in my mind.
He killed him directly, regardless of whether he could obtain Huang Zumeng's body after his death, and then fled abroad.
The thought of his impending life of wandering fueled the venomous python king's rage.
Immediately afterwards, he spat out a long, emerald-green sword made from his own fangs, and after infusing it with spiritual energy, he slashed fiercely at Wang Zheng's neck.
"Pfft~~~"
A dull thud, like cutting through leather, rang out, but the expected scene of severing the opponent's neck with a single stroke did not occur.
The emerald green bone knife was blocked by a thick, scarlet fog before it could penetrate even an inch.
Then the Poisonous Python King saw Wang Zheng, who was lying on the ground half-dead, suddenly surrounded by endless red mist that enveloped him in a blood-red cocoon of light in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure surged out from the cocoon of light.
This strange aura seemed to carry endless years and vicissitudes, yet it also seemed to contain destructive slaughter.
The intense sense of oppression made it impossible for anyone to muster the slightest will to resist.
Moreover, as this pressure increased, the entire cocoon of light rippled violently like waves, as if something was being conceived and born.
Its terrifying power even gave people the illusion of suffocation.
Moreover, this sense of fear was constantly increasing, like a wild beast that had been imprisoned in the depths of darkness for countless years suddenly opening its eyes and coldly staring at its prey, making one's heart pound with fear.
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