Watching the blatantly arrogant Two-headed Python, the Seven Star Sword Sect Leader angrily said, “He’s being this outrageous, yet you’re still stopping me? Aren’t you even a bit angry?”
“Hehe, we don’t care about that,” Hu Yirong retorted, her actions not slowing down at all as she continued to block the Sect Leader.
The Sect Leader said, “This rain isn’t good, is it? Aren’t you afraid that all of your Heaven’s Demon Seven Disciples will die here? They are your future.”
“If they could die so easily, they wouldn’t be the Seven Disciples, now would they? How about you? Don’t you trust your own geniuses?”
The Sect Leader fell silent.
They’re still too immature; he couldn’t help but feel a bit worried.
Hu Yirong was so calm because the Two-headed Python was merely raining down, not directly attacking. If the Two-headed Python had unleashed a nuclear bomb in the crowd, both the Heaven’s Demon Sect and the Seven Star Sword Sect would have targeted him first.
So, the Two-headed Python was crazy, but he had a brain. He knew that the two human factions had major conflicts, and as long as he didn't go too far, they wouldn't unite to gang up on him.
If the Heaven’s Demon Sect and the Sect really did join forces to take him down, he would have fled immediately. Sadly, they wouldn’t. That’s the stupidity of humans.
All that was left was to slowly kill those below, and by the time the stronger beings reacted, it would be too late.
Hahaha, the Beast Army is number one in the world!
The Two-headed Python grinned smugly.
For those below, however, this rain was a disaster-level event.
There was a question: was it possible for someone moving at extremely high speeds to remain completely dry in the rain, dodging every drop perfectly? Unfortunately, that theory didn’t work here. They could only continuously attack the rain, deflecting it away.
But the rain kept pouring down without the slightest hint of stopping. Once someone failed to block, the rain would attack. If they were soaked for too long, being pierced was inevitable.
Even someone as powerful as Qing Bukuang was forced to calm down and defend normally against the rain. If he showed too much strength, the Two-headed Python would give him special attention, making the rain even denser in his direction.
With even Qing Bukuang refraining from standing out, others were even more cautious.
However, there was always someone who would step forward.
Little Yu continuously swung her sword, deflecting the rain and protecting her injured fellow disciples behind her. But that wasn’t all; while protecting, she also didn’t forget to attack.
The beasts were still being slain, even with the help of the rain.
The battle wasn’t over yet. They hadn’t killed all the enemies, and she hadn’t talked to Su Luo yet, so she could keep going.
The Two-headed Python noticed Little Yu and lightly tapped in her direction. The rain around her began to converge, forming a massive cone-like shape falling toward her.
“Hehe, let’s see how long you can hold out. If it’s not enough, I can always add more. Get ready to feel despair.”
Little Yu’s pressure increased dramatically.
Nangong Xiyun was about to make a move. She had thought she wouldn’t need to intervene, but it seemed there was a twist. Unfortunately, this move might expose her, but there was no other choice.
Harassing our Sect’s people like this? Today, you won’t be leaving.
However, she suddenly stopped. You should be able to handle this, right?
Meanwhile, Su Luo allowed the rain to hit him, but it was painless.
But…
“Sorry everyone, I don’t have time to play around with you anymore.”
After saying that to the people around him from the Seven Star Sword Sect, Su Luo disappeared with a blink.
When he reappeared, he was already next to Little Yu.
He pointed his finger at the rain above, and a series of explosions followed the line upward, blasting even the densest rain apart.
“I’ve been watching you from the start. Don’t overwork yourself.”
“Su Luo…”
“Leave it to me.”
“Alright.”
Su Luo waved his hand, and the surrounding rain instantly separated, forming a protective barrier around him. Within a radius of thirty meters, centered on Su Luo, no rain could penetrate.
Su Luo looked up at the Two-headed Python in the sky.
The Two-headed Python was known for setting up field spells, a divine support role within the Beast Army, and his own strength wasn’t weak either, being at the early stage of Void Understanding—capable of both offense and support.
One special feature was that he possessed two lives, which was probably why he dared to be here now.
But why was he here at this moment?
It didn’t matter; he was already dead.
Su Luo slowly rose.
“What’s he doing, committing suicide?”
“Flying up at a time like this, doesn’t he know he’s already been marked by the great beast above?”
“Such guts. If he survives, I’ll acknowledge him,” even Qing Bukuang said at this moment.
Taking the lead in such a situation was practically asking for death. No one could save Su Luo now.
Hu Yirong couldn’t hold back anymore—wait, is he really courting death?
Now the situation was reversed. Previously, she had stopped the Sect Leader; now, it might be the Sect Leader stopping her.
Wait, why no reaction?
Could the Seven Star Sword Sect Leader have something up his sleeve?
The Sect Leader himself was anxious, thinking: Go already! Watching your Su Demon Lord die, huh? Hurry up, I won’t sneak attack!
However, the cautious Hu Yirong didn’t move. Acting rashly to save someone could easily lead to being ambushed, and not only would Su Luo die, but so would she, which wasn’t worth it.
Su Luo looked at the dark clouds above him.
If he said something like, “With thunder, smash the darkness,” it would be quite cool, right?
But he was long past the age of being a teenager full of delusion; he was now a mature adult.
He raised his hand, and a suction force pulled the three Nascent Souls borrowed from Qing Bukuang to him.
“Hello, I’ll be borrowing your heads.”
The three Nascent Souls were bewildered—how did he do that? How did they get sucked over? And what did he mean by “borrowing heads”? Could you even borrow that?
Su Luo directly twisted their heads off.
“With these three Nascent Souls as offerings, divine summoning, descend! Osiris’s Sky Dragon!”
What?!
The Two-headed Python’s eyes widened, not knowing what Osiris was, but Sky Dragon—that was a dragon.
Dragons were the dream of their kind; turning from pythons to dragons was the ultimate goal.
Could this human summon a dragon?!
Xiao Pa: Meow?
“Okay, nothing for you to do here. Go back,” Su Luo directly tossed Xiao Pa back down below. Of course, he wasn’t actually summoning a Sky Dragon—he was just putting on a show. If he didn’t use up some cost to trigger his ultimate, how would others react?
The Two-headed Python was filled with anger, feeling utterly humiliated. He had been full of expectations just a moment ago, but it turned out this human couldn’t possibly summon a dragon.
How foolish—was he insulting himself or Su Luo?
Enraged, the Two-headed Python roared with both heads, and all the rain concentrated to attack Su Luo.
Su Luo’s hand now held a die: “A one? Your luck isn’t bad, but it’s time for you to use that good luck in hell.”
Su Luo continued to rise, meeting the torrential rain head-on, shouting loudly:
“I, am the sun!”
【Cloud Dispersing Thunder】
All the dark clouds in the sky instantly transformed into a thick silver-white bolt of lightning, which curved and evaporated the torrential rain.
Then, like a dragon’s head rising, it pointed directly at the Two-headed Python.
Without even a scream, the Two-headed Python was vaporized into nothingness by the lightning.
Two lives weren’t enough, or perhaps he still owed a few.
The dark clouds disappeared, and the sun reappeared, warm sunlight once again illuminating the land.
However, the beast army felt their limbs grow cold.
Was their hope gone just like that?