"Son of a bitch! Does this thing have a Vajra Body or something?"

A rare stream of profanity erupted from Qin Fan’s mouth. His surprises concerning Orochi just kept piling up. He could understand a strike from the Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma barely tickling it, but for a blow from the Heavenly Demon Saint Hand to also fail to inflict any significant damage?

Motherfucker, is this Demon Beast trying to defy the heavens?

In truth, Qin Fan’s frustration was understandable. Against the Demon Beasts on the Cangqiong Continent, a mere strike from the seventh style of Earth Evil might not have been lethal, but it certainly wouldn’t have been shrugged off so easily. And that was the Cangqiong Continent! This was merely Earth. How could the two even be compared?

The reason for this phenomenon was that Qin Fan was unaware of Orochi’s revival process. During its revival, countless Yin Yang Spirits had become its food while it slumbered. A continuous stream of these spirits had been implanted into its body via the Onmyoji’s Yin Yang Technique. It could be said that Orochi’s revival was fueled entirely by these Yin Yang Spirits. Moreover, the spirits chosen by the Onmyoji were the purest Yin Yang Spirits of life and death, extracted from living people at the very instant of their demise.

How could an Orochi fortified by such means possibly be physically frail? Forget one strike from the Heavenly Demon Saint Hand; even several more would be unlikely to cause it severe damage.

However, having seen through this, Qin Fan didn’t recklessly continue to waste his True Qi. Facing the sweeping strike from Orochi’s body, he chose to evade its full force. He dropped flat, allowing the massive serpentine body to pass over him, then slid across the mountaintop, dashing toward Orochi’s head.

All things in the world, whether man or beast, even Immortals, were no exception. If it exists, it has a weakness. Qin Fan, who held this belief as an absolute truth, immediately fixed his target on Orochi’s head.

"Baka!"

Another cry of "Baka." It seemed to be the only word Orochi knew. After missing once more, it met Qin Fan’s head-on charge by opening its massive, blood-red maw.

WHOOSH!

With a single, powerful exhale, a billowing green gas surged from its mouth. It was like smoke, yet thicker, like fog.

SWOOSH!

Facing this eerie green gas, his Eyes of Golden Flame activated automatically. This meant that without them, Qin Fan would have been completely unable to see what lay behind the gas. At the same time, as the green gas rushed toward him, the Prison Suppressing Body erupted with an azure light.

In that instant, Qin Fan’s heart pounded in his chest. The power contained within this green gas was beyond belief. Now he finally understood why Qilian Demi Immortal, the entire division from the God Realm, and the Guardian Institute of that era had struggled so mightily to defeat this damned beast. This Seventh Rank Demon Beast, with the abilities it had shown so far, was powerful enough to terrorize the entire world.

With the Prison Suppressing Body blocking the green gas and the Eyes of Golden Flame allowing him to see through it, Qin Fan coldly lifted the Evil Spirit Zen Staff and smashed it down on the serpent’s head once more.

"ROAR!"

Struck again by the staff, which was brimming with True Qi, Orochi let out a pained shriek. Blood sprayed through the air once again, yet its head seemed to have suffered no substantial damage.

At this, Qin Fan’s brow furrowed. Son of a bitch! Where is this beast’s weakness?

Its seemingly invincible body was clearly no longer a viable point of attack. Even a direct, powerful blow to the head with the Evil Spirit Zen Staff couldn’t cause it serious injury. As the situation grew more dire, the crease in Qin Fan’s brow deepened.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

In that very instant, Orochi’s body suddenly coiled, sweeping in to envelop Qin Fan. By the time Qin Fan tried to leap away, it was already too late. Even with the Prison Suppressing Body active, Orochi’s serpentine coils still managed to wrap around him.

"ROAR!"

With a ferocious roar, Orochi’s body shot upward, hoisting Qin Fan high into the air. Green gas spewed endlessly from its mouths, and that damned gas bizarrely suppressed the True Qi circulating within his body. Otherwise, how could a mere serpent’s body restrain him?

"Damn it!" Qin Fan roared, trapped within the coils.

Although the Prison Suppressing Body prevented him from being crushed or suffocated, the technique was directly tied to the True Qi inside him. A battle of attrition was clearly the worst possible strategy.

The great Shura Venerable, reborn, being pushed to this extent by a mere Demon Beast? What a disgrace! An utter disgrace!

His hands were bound tightly, and he had even dropped the Evil Spirit Zen Staff. What could he possibly do now?

"True Fire Talisman! Appear!" he bellowed at the sky.

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Summoned by his will, True Fire Talismans materialized out of thin air, hovering motionlessly within the green light. Without a moment’s hesitation, he focused his Eyes of Golden Flame on the talismans.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The instant his gaze fell upon them, the True Fire Talismans erupted into a sky full of True Fire, which began to burn fiercely in mid-air.

"Baka!" Orochi cried out in horror at the sight of the True Fire.

As the flames burned away the green gas, it violently flung Qin Fan away. As a Demon Beast that had attained Spirit Awakening, it could sense the formidable True Qi within Qin Fan. It knew that without the protective shroud of its green gas, its body would undoubtedly be torn apart. An intelligent creature like itself would never allow such a thing to happen.

Suddenly freed from the serpent’s grasp, Qin Fan’s True Qi immediately surged forth. In the next moment, he was hovering in mid-air, his brow knitted with an icy resolve as his fingers quickly intertwined into a strange hand seal.

On the other side, seeing Qin Fan hovering and forming a hand seal, Orochi didn’t hesitate for a second. It launched itself from the ground, its long body whipping through the air to encircle him from behind while its eight heads lunged forward to smash into him. The series of movements was fluid and seamless. In the blink of an eye, the attack was mere inches away.

Suddenly, in that fleeting, electrifying moment, Qin Fan roared, "Earth Evil Twenty-Eighth Style, Red Cloud Demon Thunder, rise!"

As the words left his lips, his face turned pale. Forcing the twenty-eighth style of Earth Evil at his early Golden Core stage was a considerable strain, but he had to try. After fighting for this long, he knew the beast’s body was its most crucial weapon. If he couldn’t break through its physical defenses, everything else was pointless.

As his roar faded, a thick, pillar-shaped, crimson-hued Demon Thunder erupted violently from beneath Mount Fuji. It tore straight through the mountain and, in the instant before Orochi’s heads could crash into Qin Fan, struck a vital spot on its body.

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"

A series of agonizing shrieks tore from Orochi’s mouths the moment the Demon Thunder hit. Its massive, seemingly invincible, Vajra-like body exploded, a gaping hole blown clean through it. The section of its tail that had been coiling toward Qin Fan went limp, falling slack. Green blood, laced with the stench of charred flesh and gore, sprayed wildly from the hole blasted by the Demon Thunder.

BOOM!!!

No longer able to maintain its balance, Orochi, its eight heads contorted in agony, crashed heavily to the ground, sending a massive cloud of shattered rock and debris flying into the air.