"White Snake King!"
"And it even experienced a mutation. Horns began to grow from its head, indicating its imminent transformation into a 'Flood Dragon.'"
*Such an existence was only one shedding away from spiritual communication, stepping into the next level.*
"Hiss!"
The White Snake King emitted a loud snake roar. Its eyes, resembling copper bells, already carried a slight spiritual glow.
In the next moment, the White Snake King leapt out. An endless foul wind swept across, reaching the pinnacle of speed.
Bai Ziyue's face remained calm. With a flick of his finger, the golden small sword that continuously roamed around him shot out like a lightning strike.
The cold eyes of the White Snake King narrowed abruptly, its mouth opened wide, and a white beam shot out instantly.
