Yang Che had already cast a protective Spell to envelop himself.

He twisted and turned in mid-air, narrowly avoiding the Flying Scale Python’s devour.

At this moment, he saw Yao Heng take out a small umbrella Magical Artifact for defense, and as magical power was injected, the umbrella surface glowed with a bright yellow light, protecting her and Lu Yue within it.

The Flying Scale Python missed its bite, and the metallic luster on its flesh wings flickered with a faint light, as its thick python tail whipped fiercely, striking the yellow umbrella.

With a 'bang' sound.

The protective shield formed by the yellow umbrella was directly dented, and at the same time, Yao Heng and Lu Yue plummeted, immediately falling into the attack range of the ‘Blood-Eyed Ape’.

The Flying Scale Python had now re-aimed its head at Yang Che.

“Yang Daoyou, it seems we can’t escape. Why don’t the three of us work together and give it our all? You hold back the Flying Scale Python first, and my sister and I will find a way to kill this Blood-Eyed Ape.”

Yao Heng anxiously said to Yang Che, while also taking out a Spirit Talisman, immediately chanting a spell, and then throwing it towards the Blood-Eyed Ape.

She was very worried that Yang Che would escape alone, for if he did, her sisters would likely have no hope of survival.

After passing through several Sea Islands, the three of them cooperated to kill many unranked low, Medium Grade, and high-level Yao Beasts. Yao Heng had gradually discovered that this young man named Yang Che, his strength was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface, and at the same time, this person was extremely cautious and meticulous in his thoughts.

Therefore, in Yao Heng’s view at this moment, Yang Che was definitely a reliable helper.

“Alright, Fellow Daoist Yao, then I’ll follow your suggestion. I’ll do my best to hold back this Flying Scale Python.”

Yang Che agreed with almost no hesitation.

Because even if he didn't agree, this Flying Scale Python seemed to have him entangled.

The speed of this first-level Yao Beast was simply too fast.

Its entire body was as hard as iron, and if it didn’t have a pair of thick flesh wings that could fly, Yang Che was confident he would have long since shaken off this python and fled far away.

Yang Che dared not stop his actions in the slightest. Fireball Spell and Ice Arrow Technique attacked the Flying Scale Python in turns, looking powerful, but none were sufficient to break through the python's Physical Body defense.

However, it effectively prevented the Flying Scale Python from getting close.

Yang Che glanced at the ground and found that although Yao Heng and Lu Yue were struggling considerably, they were at least temporarily holding their own against the Blood-Eyed Ape.

With his mind racing, Yang Che immediately plummeted diagonally into the dense red forest.

For him, a Qi Refinement Stage Cultivator, since he couldn't truly use the Divided Soul technique, operating a flying Magical Artifact while casting Spells in combat consumed his magical power and Divine Sense very quickly.

Plunging into the red forest, the Flying Scale Python retracted its flesh wings, twisting its body as thick as a water vat, its speed surprisingly no less than when flying in the air.

Yang Che deliberately led the Flying Scale Python far away, gradually moving away from the battle circle of Yao, Lu, and the Blood-Eyed Ape.

First-level Yao Beasts had gradually developed spiritual intelligence, so when the Flying Scale Python suddenly saw the young man who had been fleeing abruptly stop, it was immediately startled.

Yang Che held the last Mid-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand, while with his other hand, he waved, and hundreds of black lights immediately shot towards the Flying Scale Python.

The Flying Fire Needles, like meteors in the dark night, shot onto the Flying Scale Python's iron-hard scales, creating a series of clinking and splashing sparks.

As Yang Che's fingers danced, another hundred black lights continued to fly out.

These more than two hundred Flying Fire Needles, after approaching the Flying Scale Python, suddenly split into seven paths, each with thirty-six needles, all transforming into halos that tightly ensnared the Flying Scale Python's body.

The sudden change enraged the Flying Scale Python immensely.

It desperately twisted its python body, as if trying to forcibly break free from these Flying Needles halos.

Yang Che's expression was stern, and an Elementary Upper-Grade Spirit Talisman had already appeared in his hand—it was the ‘Wind Spear Talisman’.

Chanting the spell, the Spirit Talisman transformed into an incomparably huge ‘Wind Spear’, which Yang Che held in his hand. Then, man and spear became one, and he charged directly into the Flying Scale Python’s massive mouth.

“Lei Yan, prepare.”

Yang Che transmitted his thoughts.

Although the Flying Scale Python was temporarily trapped, seeing Yang Che dare to attack like this, a trace of disdain flashed in its eyes.

It could sense that although the power of the Wind Spear was strong, it was not enough to cause fatal damage to it.

And since this Cultivator was practically ‘committing suicide’, it naturally opened its huge mouth without hesitation.

Getting closer and closer.

The Flying Scale Python suddenly spewed a ball of poisonous mist from its mouth, smashing it fiercely onto Yang Che.

Yang Che's Physical Body was comparable to an Upper-Grade Magical Artifact, and his skin was impervious to all poisons. Therefore, this light mass, apart from causing Yang Che's blood to churn, did not cause any injury whatsoever.

This scene clearly exceeded the Flying Scale Python's understanding.

Just when Yang Che was less than three feet from the Flying Scale Python’s huge mouth, the Wind Spear was suddenly thrown out.

Immediately after, an ancient sword, wreathed in flames, suddenly followed, striking out.

A flash of blood.

The Flying Scale Python's huge head was instantly severed by Sword Four.

The might of the Immortal Sword was ‘terrifying beyond compare’.

Even Yang Che was shocked.

However, this one sword strike also completely drained all of his magical power.

Yang Che almost fell to the ground along with the Flying Scale Python's head, which carried an expression of unwillingness and confusion.

Lying on the ground, gasping for air, Yang Che's heart was incomparably excited.

Sword Four, it was too terrifying.

If he had known, he would have directly used Sword Four to hack this Flying Scale Python to death, and he wouldn't have wasted a Wind Spear Talisman for nothing.

However, even though he thought this, Yang Che still knew that the Wind Spear Talisman still played a ‘confusing’ role, otherwise, if he had taken out Sword Four early, this Flying Scale Python might have immediately fled.

Frantically absorbing the spiritual energy from the Mid-Grade Spirit Stone in his hand, Yang Che, having recovered some magical power, quickly began to cut the Flying Scale Python's hard scales and the pair of flesh wings on its body.

With Sword Four, the cutting became much easier.

Soon, the Flying Scale Python was dismembered by Yang Che, and all useful Materials were collected into his Storage Pouch.

At this moment, a shrill scream came from afar.

Yang Che recognized it as the voice of the slender woman, Lu Yue.

He quickly got up, but his steps suddenly stopped.

Wasn't this the best time to get rid of Yao and Lu?

Thinking of this, Yang Che immediately took out the Sophora Leaf Magical Artifact. Just as he was about to prepare to fly away quickly, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. With almost no hesitation, he twisted sharply and fell directly from mid-air.

Then he saw a black mist explode behind him.

Not far away, a figure enveloped in black mist stood in the Void Realm.

“A mere ninth-level Qi Refining, yet able to kill a Flying Scale Python. I underestimated you.”

The shadow’s voice was hoarse and unpleasant, making it impossible to tell if it was male or female, but Yang Che felt a somewhat familiar aura from this shadow.

That's right.

It was an aura similar to that of the Heavenly Ghost Sect old woman in the Black Wu Pond Forbidden Land of Wu Gate.

“A person of the Demonic Path?”

Yang Che's eyes narrowed, and his hand was already on his Storage Pouch.

“Brother Luo, it’s just a small fry. Since we’ve found Yao Heng, let’s not waste time and head to ‘Coral Mouth’ immediately.”

Another figure appeared in mid-air.

This person had several large spirit beast bags hanging from his waist. While speaking, he also took out a piece of raw meat, tore open one of the bag openings, and threw the raw meat inside. Immediately, a loud chewing sound came from within.

“Both are in the Foundation Establishment Stage.”

Yang Che's heart sank, and he thought to himself that this was not good.

“Brother Xiao is right, let’s deal with this small fry, and then we’ll leave.”

The black shadow took out a large black pair of scissors, smiled sinisterly at Yang Che, and said, “Boy, obediently let me cut off your skin. Don't struggle, and you'll suffer less pain.”