Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the night sky, a blood mist spreads, with storm clouds swirling backward.
As if an apocalyptic disaster has descended!
The Blood Python Ancestor fully releases a terrifying and ancient powerful demonic aura, coiling his massive serpent body and hovering in mid-air.
Like an ancient serpent god, he gazes down at the mortals below as if they were mere blades of grass.
"Hmph, you are the arrogant brat who dares to claim sovereignty, Bai Qingling?"
Bai Feng remains silent.
With his hands behind his back, his gaze cold as he ascends the sky, step by step reaching a position level with the giant python's head.
Man and python, separated by dozens of zhang, stand off from afar.
Bai Feng, unhurried and with a chilling tone, speaks: "Blood Python Ancestor, remnants of an old era that should have vanished into dust, I have no interest in you whatsoever."
"Still, let my old acquaintance, Master Ren, come out and have a dialogue quickly."
Upon hearing this.
