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Chapter 407 Yamata no Orochi: Who? I beat Zhou Xuan! ?

A dull roar sounded from the depths of the Red Well, shaking the entire earth.

Huge cracks appeared on the metal guard plate of the Red Well wall, one after another, growing wildly one after another, spreading like a spider web.

Except for Zhou Xuan, all the combatants around Hongjing turned pale, looked dull, and had bleeding ears uncontrollably.

The roar was filled with hysterical chaos and violence, as well as the unstoppable power of a king. The sound seemed to penetrate the human skull and pierce deep into the mind!

"All combatants put on earmuffs, take their weapons, and continue to approach the center of Hongjing." Zhou Xuan's voice sounded in the communication channel.

These peaceful and calm words seemed to have an indescribable magic, which instantly woke up all the combatants and freed them from the threat of the Yamata no Orochi's roar.

"Zhou Xuan, the Yamata-no-Orochi has arrived at Hongjing. If we let the combatants get closer now... will it be dangerous?" There was some worry in Yuan Zhisheng's voice.

"It's okay. We should choose the lesser of two evils." Zhou Xuan looked at the dragon army in the sky. "The current situation does not allow us to disperse our personnel, otherwise we will be defeated one by one by those dragons in a short time."

"Also, have the fighter jets form a formation and take off into the air, and immediately launch missiles once those dragons come into range."

"Okay, I've made the arrangements. Currently, all air defense forces have locked onto Mount Fuji." Yuan Zhisheng said in a serious tone, "By the way, do we want to activate the thermite bomb in the Red Well and try to kill the Yamata no Orochi?"

Hearing this, Zhou Xuan was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "No hurry, let all the combatants gather first, I have other arrangements for Yamata no Orochi."

After saying that, he turned his gaze towards the depths of the Red Well.

Zhou Xuan still needs to wait.

Wait for Lady White King to control the Yamata-no-Orochi.

Waiting for the long-lurking Odin to reveal his true form.

Or, wait for the unexpected yet expected backstab.

Suddenly, the water surface deep in the Red Well suddenly exploded, and thousands of tons of gray-white water mixed with mercury rushed into the sky!

Under the influence of the water flow, countless corpses shot out like bullets, hitting the wall of the well heavily, making a loud noise like thunder.

Under the extremely powerful force, the corpses were instantly shattered into powder.

In the midst of the powder, a pure white shadow rose into the sky at the speed of a cannonball!

The shadow was about the size of an adult killer whale and weighed nearly twenty tons.

Gravity rapidly slowed its ascent, but it did not fall.

Eight giant white pythons emerged from the shadows and pierced deeply into the wall of the Red Well. The eight giant pythons moved up and down rapidly, creating a series of teeth-grinding metal cracking sounds.

That huge body is climbing upwards at high speed!
Bright lights descended from the sky, revealing the full picture of the white shadow in Zhou Xuan's sight.

Eight pairs of golden pupils like huge candles flickered in the air, eight heads covered with scales were extremely ferocious, eight thick and curved dragon necks were connected to short and deformed lower limbs, and a long bony tail was as agile as a mad dragon!

The Yamata-no-Orochi has emerged from its cocoon.

Its eight heads now turned into climbing tentacles, dragging its huge body to move in the manner of a spider, and its slender white dragon neck curled and stretched like a snake.

In the blink of an eye, the Yamata no Orochi had approached the mouth of the Red Well!
"Zhou Xuan, the Yamata no Orochi is about to break away from the Red Well! Do we need to activate the thermite bomb?!"

Yuan Zhisheng in the communication channel was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

"Be patient and let the combatants continue to shrink the front line." Zhou Xuan's voice was still steady. As soon as he finished speaking, a long, bony tail shot out from the red well, like a giant white python pouncing on its prey, and swept towards Zhou Xuan fiercely!

The expression on Zhou Xuan's face remained as calm as water.

His golden eyes lit up slightly.

The next moment, the saber in Zhou Xuan's hand instantly entered a state of complete release. The eight-meter-long blade drew a dark golden arc of light in the air, like a thunderclap out of the blue, carrying a whistling and surging gale, and slashed towards the long tail!

"Oh!"

The huge sound of metal clashing was deafening and reached the sky!

Zhou Xuan's footsteps did not move at all, but the long tail flew out uncontrollably and hit the wall of the Red Well heavily, stirring up smoke and dust all over the sky!
"This tail is quite strong." Zhou Xuan took a look at the intact dragon tail.

After saying this, he bent his legs slightly and then stretched them out. His agile body shot up from the ground in an instant like an arrow from a bow and appeared above Hongjing.

"The last minute."

Zhou Xuan stood in the air with his right leg raised high, and hot golden lava surged in his pupils.

"If you haven't completely controlled the Yamata no Orochi, then let it die."

Before he finished his words, the body of the Yamata no Orochi suddenly rushed out of the red well, and all eight heads howled towards the sky!
At this moment, Zhou Xuan's right foot, which was raised high, fell down at a rapid speed!
"Oh!"

The sole of the size 43 shoe had its first close contact with the head of the Yamata no Orochi.

The next moment, the huge body of the Yamata no Orochi instantly turned into a falling meteorite and fell back into the Red Well at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye!
The gray-white stream of water rushed up into the sky again.

The pale cub felt pain for the first time, and it screamed hysterically!
The combatants who had gathered at the edge of the Red Well felt their hearts beating wildly and uncontrollably, and an indescribable fear suddenly crept into their hearts.

But all the fear and panic collapsed after a moment.

As for the reason, there is no other reason.

Zhou Xuan fell back to the ground and landed next to them.

The horror of the Yamata no Orochi is indeed deeply rooted in people's hearts, but Master Zhou's power is even more shocking!
With just an ordinary kick, the god that the Eight Clans of Sheqi had feared for hundreds and thousands of years was kicked back into the Well of Corpses.

"Zhou Xuan... This is the surviving hunter."

Yuan Zhisheng walked to Zhou Xuan's side, his face full of shock and disbelief, and looked at Zhou Xuan as if he was looking up at a god.

"Okay, let me see." Zhou Xuan nodded and took a muscular white man from Yuan Zhisheng.

The white man was about thirty years old, wearing a combat uniform stained with blood and dust. There was no life in his dark green eyes, as if his soul had been sucked out.

Zhou Xuan lifted the sturdy white man with one hand, and a faint light appeared in his golden eyes.

"By the way, Zhisheng, how many people have not gathered here yet?"

"There is only one camp of combat personnel left. Caesar and Chu Zihang are leading them closer to here."

"Caesar and Chu Zihang?" Zhou Xuan raised his eyebrows.

(End of this chapter)