The first bolt of heavenly thunder, packed with abundant spiritual energy, landed right at the center of the head of the Nine-tailed Snake with the lower cultivation level. With just one strike, it split its skull in half!
The snake's head, as big as a wooden house, drooped to both sides, its pupils constricted, and it died with its eyes open. Its mouth, which was cracked like a coffin, was still opening and closing, as if it was unwilling to die like this and was determined to take one or two lives before it died.
The surviving snake saw its partner die in grief and indignation. It howled towards the sky and stretched out its tongue, which was as thick as an arm, trying to wrap around Ethan.
Ethan was already so burned that he couldn't tell east from west, south from north, but after years of fighting with all kinds of ghosts and monsters, his body had developed the instinct to avoid risks. He twisted his waist to avoid its smelly tongue, stepped on the nine-tailed snake's head, turned the fan into a sword, and used all his strength to poke it hard at the back of the monster's head!
The smelly and burning blood splattered all over Ethan's head and face.
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