Only two hundred steps remained, yet this single step proved to be more difficult than before;
Leaping once more, another hundred steps were crossed, but this time something even larger than before emerged.
A giant dragon that scorned the heavens, no, it was a Vast Jiao.
The centipede may die, but it will not stiffen; the two unicorns that were just slain ahead had recombined into this Vast Jiao, even more massive in size, its emanating deathly aura even more intense. However, Ye Tian, clutching his three-foot green blade, would not retreat. As the Sword Qi met resistance, it grew stronger, its golden edge even more brilliant, slicing through the diving Vast Jiao with one strike, shattering the immense demonic barrier, and Ye Tian, soaring in the air, saw the shadowy figure standing behind, just a hundred steps away.
