For an ordinary man, a blow like the one just dealt would have meant certain death. But this mysterious leader of the Shaman Sect did not fall. Battered and broken, his body swayed unsteadily, and his spirit was gravely wounded, yet he clung stubbornly to life.0

The phantom of the cyan-headed, black-bodied Ba snake in the air had dimmed noticeably, its body torn in several places by the divine might of Baxia and Chaofeng.0

Yelu Jinke seemed to share a strange symbiotic connection with the Ba snake phantom, maintaining his own consciousness while remaining in perfect spiritual unison with it. It was impossible to tell which was the master and which was the servant.0

Now, Yelu Jinke looked like little more than a walking corpse, yet his aura continued to climb higher and higher. The hardened snake fang in his hand turned into a...0