The colorful, fragmented Sword Qi spewed forth from the gourd, dense and interwoven, forming a net of Sword Qi that forcibly tore through the crimson demon fog in front.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of life-giving opportunity created by the Sword Qi, the white-robed Daoist retreated explosively, instantly escaping the encirclement of the demon fog, barely stabilizing himself in mid-air, his heart still in shock, just as he was about to raise his hand to summon back the trapped Golden Snake Sword.
Below, at the heart of the island, the cow-python opened and closed its massive jaw, spitting out words in human speech, its voice hoarse and rough, full of utter mockery:
"Pretentious thing! Shedding your demon form, disguising in a Daoist robe, and refining a Flying Sword, you dare to claim to be a Sword Immortal?"
"Veiled in demon aura, do you truly think you've transcended from demon to Dao?"
