Zhang Chen sat cross-legged at the highest point of the Great Snake's body, devouring Ba Snake blood, absorbing the creation of the Ba Snake, without intervening in the events unfolding before him.
As time passed, martial artists began arriving one after another, circling around the Ba Snake. However, facing its scales was like a dog biting a rat; they couldn't get a hold. No matter how these martial artists used swords, spears, staffs, or fire, they couldn't do anything to the Ba Snake.
Seeing this scene from high above, Zhang Chen couldn't help but shake his head secretly, "All these people have shallow fortune, even with a great creation right before them, they have no power to take it, merely letting it pass by."
A single drop of this Ba Snake blood could completely transform a person, yet the martial artists hovered around its body, like headless flies.
Even for those who smelled the blood in the air, they couldn't climb up its slippery scales.
