"Ssss—!"
The Mutant Python's mouth was forcibly pried open, and the Spirit Tentacle immediately plunged deep inside.
Soon, the Mutant Python began to roll frantically.
Once its massive body started moving, the scene was quite astonishing.
Weeds were crushed, artificial hills shattered with a single sweep, and even large rocks were sent flying.
"It's like a couple of train carriages rolling over!"
Ling Mo watched dumbfounded, but he also had to concentrate his spiritual power at this moment.
The Mutant Python's struggle made his control and attacks exceptionally difficult; any slight wavering of will might lead to the dispersal of his spiritual power, thus failing entirely.
"Rolling so happily, your spirit seems quite good..."
Ling Mo sneered coldly and suddenly narrowed his pupils: "Watch me drain you dry!"
Initially stuck in the throat, the Spirit Tentacle inside the Mutant Python transitioned from materialization to invisibility as Ling Mo willed it.
