This was already the third time Han Yu had cut down a monster.
With ease and familiarity, the process was monotonous and dull. What seemed like a fierce battle of heaven and earth was actually just the monster's desperate struggle.
Each slash was like claiming its life, as countless black pythons writhed in pain, causing the ground to shake violently.
However, with Han Yu's method, after a few hundred slashes, it was almost no different from slow torture for the monster, akin to taking its life.
Visibly, the hill had turned into a low slope. After the monster's origin was greatly damaged, it could no longer maintain its energy form, quickly splitting into thousands after reverting to a liquid state, scattering in all directions to flee.
It was terrified beyond words, thinking only of escaping as quickly as possible.
But without the characteristics of an energy body, where could it escape to?
