Dead dry well.

Would rather die than fall into the hands of the enemy. This is the final pride of one of the thirteen sides of the snake.

The two sisters and other friends probably didn't expect that this guy only had one head left and was capable of committing suicide, so they were all stunned. Mo Xie didn't even believe that the other party was dead, so he stood carefully in the judge's pen.

Poke that head.

None of them noticed it, but there was already an almost inaudible stream of information flowing out of the lifeless head and streaking into the distance.

This is the great dramatist’s final trump card!

When the body's vitality is completely cut off, he can break almost all the restraints of the God-suppressing Array at the expense of his mental power, automatically break away, and let the soul source flow to the body closest to him.

Of course, the price to pay for such an operation is no longer as simple as serious injury. His soul will inevitably be irreversibly damaged, and his body that has been tempered for thousands of times will turn into a corpse. In addition, the origin of the soul will be very dangerous when escaping.

He has almost no ability to resist. Even if he can find a new body to practice from the beginning, his strength will be greatly reduced, his star ring will be downgraded, and even the upper limit of this life will be limited.

In the seemingly loose organization of the World Serpent, he would lose even his status as the Thirteenth Face, and he might one day be cooked up by a colleague and used as a supplement.
Chapter completed!