After being perpetually battered, hacked, and blasted, The Celestial Seven-Headed Serpent had reached a breaking point.
It had done just about everything it could to crush its annoying attackers, but not a single one had been killed or even wounded enough to be forced out of the battle.
As a mythic grade beast at level eighty-seven, it could tell that none of its assailants were as powerful as it, but it was still the one losing. This was unacceptable and the proud guardian of the Tower of Heaven could no longer take the one-sided beat down any longer.
The Celestial Seven-Headed Serpent was loath to use what could be considered its strongest ability against a group of inferiors, but it felt that it had no other choice if it did not want to eventually lose.
In an act that stunned every member of the expedition squad, the central golden king cobra head turned towards the lifeless stumps that were trying to regenerate the already destroyed heads.