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The combat power of the Basilisk primarily lies in its ability to consume. Its other combat abilities are quite lacking; it belongs to the type that relies on a single, overwhelming move.
Zheng Yifan was now facing such an opponent, one that had no special fighting techniques. It simply kept slamming its body against the ground, repeatedly attempting to swallow Zheng Yifan.
Its massive mouth resembled an invincible vacuum cleaner. The entire village had turned into ruins, with hardly any rubble left; most of the houses had been devoured by this Basilisk.
The white horse had cleverly run several hundred meters away, always ready to flee. This creature certainly knew how to preserve its life.
Zheng Yifan, drenched in sweat, gently wiped his forehead with his sleeve. It had been a long time since he had fought so exhaustively.
This Basilisk was truly terrifying; its defensive capabilities were incredibly formidable. The scales radiated a black glow, shimmering with specks of red light. The fiery clouds above illuminated the Basilisk, making its scales appear solid. However, what disgusted Zheng Yifan the most was the power within it.
When Zheng Yifan attacked, only a fraction of his strength impacted the outer scales, and he could distinctly feel his attacks passing through the Basilisk's body, only to be redirected somewhere unknown.
Zheng Yifan estimated that it was within its own space. A single attack from that spatial power was far too easy.
Faced with such a monster, no one had many effective means of attack.
Zheng Yifan was no exception; he had tried many times, but all in vain. At this point in the battle, it was no longer about whether he could kill it but rather whether he could escape. The Basilisk's combat power showed no signs of weakening.
Of course!
With its robust physique and insatiable appetite, it excelled in prolonged battles. In a post-apocalyptic world, serpents could lie in wait for their prey for extended periods. They could take several hours to digest their meals. Now, facing Zheng Yifan, a human, it remained patient.
Zheng Yifan couldn't hold out like this. The Basilisk had just gorged itself and was full of energy; he did not have that luxury. Despite appearing strong at the moment, without sufficient food to sustain him, his combat power would rapidly decline.
It is truly an unavoidable aspect of humanity; after all, humans are still humans. They need food to ensure their survival.
If only there were System Power support, Zheng Yifan missed System Power immensely. That thing was incredibly useful, especially in the current situation.
He decided to act. Gently, he touched the Primordial Pearl with his left hand, continuously conveying his desire for System Power to enhance his combat abilities.
He could not actively use the power of the Primordial Pearl; he could only communicate with it to seek its assistance in battle.
Efforts do not go unrewarded. Perhaps he was truly recognized by the Primordial Pearl, as Zheng Yifan gradually sensed a hint of System Power emerging from the outside world.
However, the Basilisk across from him clearly would not give him any chances. Just as he finished transmitting his thoughts, the massive creature lunged forward.
The Basilisk, over a hundred meters long, had an enormous body but was just as agile as an ordinary snake—if not more formidable.
After all, it was the Basilisk, the king among snakes.
In less than a second, the Basilisk's head crashed down in front of Zheng Yifan. Its gaping maw suddenly unleashed a burst of green gas.
Zheng Yifan had never encountered anything like this before. A drop of Venom fell to the ground. With a hissing sound, the green smoke intensified. The ground began to corrode, forming a large hole over three meters in diameter that continued to eat away at the earth.
Perhaps it was because the Basilisk's head was so large; a single drop of Venom from its mouth would be enough for other creatures to bathe in.
Faced with such a formidable being, his mood could not possibly be good! No matter how strong his fighting ability was, it could not compare to battling a Basilisk.
He suddenly coiled his body, enveloping Zheng Yifan completely, and then his large mouth opened like a lid, instantly lunging forward.
The speed erupted to dozens of times faster, leaving Zheng Yifan with no time to react. It wasn't until the Basilisk began to close in that he registered the snake's head on his retina.
There was no time for hesitation. The Silver Spear was swung fiercely, channeling all of his Power of Faith into it. It shot forward at high speed toward the snake's head.
Now facing the gaping maw of the Basilisk, he could see its four venomous fangs.
What pleased Zheng Yifan the most was the lips on the side.
That was the only spot he could attack; the other areas were simply a joke.
The effectiveness of a python's fangs was limited; they were primarily used to kill prey and would only be employed against a sufficiently strong opponent like Zheng Yifan.
This was also a unique tactic of the Basilisk against formidable foes.
And that massive mouth was its ultimate weapon. As long as it got close enough, the suction would increase exponentially.
If he got too close, the suction would exceed what Zheng Yifan could withstand, inevitably pulling him in.
After that, there would be no need for anything else; he would be consumed.
There was nothing to consider; the only target for attack was the snake's lips, specifically those closer to the bottom, where behind them lay the serpent's neck.
To strike a snake, aim for its three inches, which lies just below the neck; that is where the snake's heart is located.
Zheng Yifan's target was precisely there.
With a fierce thrust of the Silver Spear, infused with the strongest Power of Faith, it did not display overwhelming attack power but rather focused on its penetrating ability. All the Power of Faith was channeled into reinforcing the spear's tip, without any additional enhancements—just maximizing its strength to enhance its penetration. It struck like a drill, instantly attacking the Basilisk's lips, followed by a shower of sparks as metal clashed against flesh. In an instant, the Silver Spear vanished from sight.
"Hiss!" In less than a second, the Basilisk began to rear back and hiss loudly, unable to continue swallowing Zheng Yifan, for he had seen that space in its mouth vanish in an instant. He could see what lay behind it.
There was no esophagus; it was like a gaping hole.
This was the Basilisk, a peculiar creature whose digestive system relied on its own spatial manipulation. Without that space, it would starve.
Unfortunately, shattering that space was far more difficult than killing the Basilisk.
Thus, Zheng Yifan had failed; the Silver Spear penetrated the Basilisk's body but did not strike its heart.
Or perhaps the Basilisk no longer had a heart; its heart was another space. When that space collapsed, so did its heart. Therefore, its greatest weakness had vanished.
Now, all that remained was to rely on this unreliable System God. (To be continued...)
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