Seeing Wang Yan gracefully enter the arena, everyone became tense.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's hearts were pounding, and they clutched their hands tightly to their chests, staring at Wang Yan with anxious faces.
Snake Soul laughed easily and, with a sway of his body, jumped down from the mountaintop and stood behind the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent: "Wang Yan, I didn't expect you to have the guts to come down, but I can't miss such a spectacular scene of you being devoured by my Ten Thousand Headed Serpent. And such a wonderful scene, I must see it up close."
Wang Yan stared at the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent in front of him but showed an interested look, smiling as he said, "There's a reason you're called Snake Soul; this Second Soul Skill is indeed imaginative."
Snake Soul coldly said, "Even now, you still have the mind to think like this, huh? Do you think you can escape this time? Let me tell you, my Ten Thousand Headed Serpent will not only devour your body but also your soul. By then, not only will your corpse be gone, but your soul will also vanish from this world."
Hearing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting screamed in fear, "Brother Wang Yan, let's stop fighting."
"Brother Wang Yan, if we can't fight, let's just run away quickly."
Upon hearing Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's cries, Snake Soul laughed loudly and looked up at the two on the mountaintop: "Now you two know how powerful I am? Now guess how many moves it will take Wang Yan to kill me? Two moves? Or three?"
Upon hearing Snake Soul's retort, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting didn't dare to answer. In their hearts at this moment, without saying it, even if it were two hundred moves, three hundred moves, as long as Wang Yan could kill the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, they would be satisfied.
Seeing the two of them stumped, Snake Soul was greatly pleased. The humiliation he suffered earlier could finally be avenged as it was.
At this moment, Wang Yan quietly said, "Indeed, it's not two moves or three to kill the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent."
Hearing Wang Yan admit his defeat, Snake Soul couldn't help but be delighted, about to laugh when he suddenly heard Wang Yan say, "One move is enough."
Upon hearing this, Snake Soul's grinning mouth immediately froze on his face, his eyes widened as he coldly said, "Wang Yan, you dare to boast! I'll let you make one move, and let's see how you can win with just one."
Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Alright, if one move can't defeat you, I'll let your Ten Thousand Snakes devour me."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's rash statement, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were immediately shocked. Such a powerful Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, how could Wang Yan possibly defeat it in one move?
However, upon hearing Wang Yan's words, Snake Soul laughed triumphantly: "Boy, you're still too young. Do you think this is the strongest form of my Ten Thousand Headed Serpent?"
Hearing this, Beiming Xue and the others were even more stunned. The Ten Thousand Headed Serpent is already so powerful, but it still isn't the strongest form? Then what exactly is the strongest form of this Ten Thousand Headed Serpent?
Snake Soul had already anticipated their shocked reactions, so he shouted loudly, "Wang Yan, after seeing the strongest form of my Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, you'll regret what you just said."
With that, Snake Soul roared, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, pointed at the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, and shouted, "Ten Thousand Headed Serpent—Transform!"
With Snake Soul's shout, the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent on the ground suddenly began to writhe, and each snake head opened wide, "hissing" towards Wang Yan.
As the hissing grew stronger, each snake head began to swell like a balloon, growing larger and larger, making the whole Ten Thousand Headed Serpent grow bigger.
Originally, the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent was only about the height of a person, with each snake head as thick as a normal person's arm. But as it enlarged, the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent became taller, gradually resembling a mountain.
And each snake head grew like century-old giant trees, with fangs inside each head taller than Wang Yan.
Over ten thousand snake heads opened their large mouths directed at Wang Yan, any of which could swallow Wang Yan whole.
Seeing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting were terrified, while Roy didn't dare to look anymore, burying his face in Ma Jun's embrace. Even someone as courageous as Ma Jun was pale and at a loss.
Standing behind the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, Snake Soul laughed arrogantly: "Even if you kill one snake head per move, it would take ten thousand moves, Wang Yan. My Ten Thousand Headed Serpent can stand there and let you kill it till you die of exhaustion. Haha—you shall die."
With Snake Soul's words, the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent's tens of thousands of snake heads opened wide, baring fangs, lunging at Wang Yan.
Even while standing at the foot of the giant Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, Wang Yan appeared as insignificant as a blade of grass under a giant peak, yet there was no trace of fear on his face. He said calmly, "Being bigger is even better, makes it easier to kill."
Saying this, Wang Yan slowly raised his hand and coldly said, "Second Soul Skill—"
Hearing this, Snake Soul coldly said, "Using the Second Soul Skill now is too late."
As Snake Soul said, at this moment, the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent's ten thousand snake heads had already surrounded Wang Yan, some biting down from above, some on either side with wide-open mouths, and some moving behind Wang Yan, sticking out their forked tongues.
At this moment, Wang Yan was engulfed by the writhing, winding giant snakes, completely invisible from the outside.
Snake Soul's laughter sounded again: "Haha, buried in the mouths of the Ten Thousand Snakes, my vengeance is finally achieved."
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting immediately burst into tears, rushing forward, disregarding the revolting horror of the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent, intending to rush into the valley to save Wang Yan. Even if it meant being buried in snake mouths, they would not hesitate.
But just then, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the midst of the serpents: "Soul-Breaking Spear—"
Upon hearing this voice, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, already crying their eyes out, abruptly stopped in their tracks, looking up at the Ten Thousand Headed Serpent.
Snake Soul, after a slight pause, said dismissively, "Stop deluding yourselves; it's too late. You cannot escape the encirclement of the Ten Thousand Snakes."
But at this moment, the previously ferocious Ten Thousand Snakes suddenly all came to a halt, as if witnessing something terrifying. Then, ten thousand snake heads hurriedly retracted their bodies and returned to the snake's main body.
With the retreat of the snake's body, Wang Yan, standing where he was, was finally revealed.
Wang Yan stood tall and firm, holding a long, black spear in his right hand.
This spear was about a meter long, its shaft entirely black, and its sharp tip glittered coldly. A fist-sized black gun sakura hung from the spear's tip.
This was Wang Yan's Second Soul Skill—the Soul Breaking Spear.