Bang!
The terrifying demonic power spearhead shot past the spot where Ling Chen had just been, violently blasting into a mountain and pulverizing it into dust.
The place where it hit became a deep pit, with a radius of dozens of meters where not a single blade of grass grew.
"Thankfully, it didn't hit me, or I'd be dead for sure!"
Ling Chen glanced at the deep pit, feeling his scalp tingle. This beast was truly brutal. Just now, he had genuinely felt the danger to his life and caught a whiff of the scent of death.
Roar!
The Purple Cloud Xuan Python wasn't planning to let Ling Chen off easily. Its massive, serpentine form slithered, appearing and disappearing in the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the heavily injured Ling Chen, opening its mouth to bite down fiercely.
"It really won't stop until one of us dies."
