Chapter 700

The snakes writhed frantically in the dust, and Dida sneered as he blew the snake flute. Three pitch-black nether pythons burst from the ground, their spitting toxic mist actually corroding the realgar dust. Mo Di's mechanical wooden kite melted instantly, the dripping molten iron forming eerie snake shapes on the ground. "Kan palace, seven degrees; Li palace, three inches." Mo Di's fingertips flicked his counting rods, and six dark-iron puppets burst out of their box. The toxin-repelling beads embedded in the puppets' joints lit up with a faint glow, and the serrated circular blades in their hands spun at high speed, cutting into the snake swarm like a meat grinder. Amidst the foul-smelling bloody mist, the black-robed priest suddenly shook his bone staff, and the remains of the dead venomous snakes turned into phosphor fire, drifting toward Mo Di. "Divine sense devours the heart!" A purple radiance burst from Dida's vertical pupils. Myriads of snake souls emerged within the phosphor fire, piercing Mo Di's protective aura like paper. Gasps rose from the audience, and Jiang Feng was about to stand up when he saw the mechanical lenses of Mo Di's glasses suddenly refract a galaxy pattern.