Normally, given Li Cang's cultivation level, he would have been able to overcome the snake's innate aversion to realgar. Unfortunately, he was currently severely wounded, his cultivation heavily compromised, and after so many days of fierce combat, neither his spiritual power nor his true essence was what it used to be. As a result, the moment the clouds of realgar dust entered his lungs, it struck like a fierce flood, instantly turning his body as limp as jelly.
Realizing this fleeting opportunity must not be missed, Hu Yihui immediately transformed into a blur. Summoned by his will, the Black Python Sword flashed through the air and into his tight grip. With a strike that cleaved mountains and rivers, the sword surged with the force of a thunderbolt and instantly lopped off Li Cang's head.
The legendary God of War, who had commanded the winds and clouds for years, had finally fallen. Amidst a turbulent era where his regime was crumbling and his followers had all abandoned him, fate had finally reached its period for His Majesty Li Cang.
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