Bullet holes covered the Giant Python's body; a few shimmering bullets were embedded in its head. Even if released, it had no chance of survival.
The Giant Python occasionally let out a mournful cry, cautiously using its mangled tail to scrape the sacred dirt on the ground.
"What is it doing?" Bai Anhai frowned at Captain Zhu and said, "Hold off for now! It's no longer a threat, saving some bullets would be good."
Bai Anhai, a man, found it difficult to watch.
Captain Zhu, with a calm expression, held a handgun, seeming oblivious to Bai Anhai's words, steadily fired.
"Thud—"
The bullet embedded into the Mutated Giant Python's body, it cried mournfully but continued carefully using its tail to scoop the dirt, piling it up beside.
Though heavily injured and barely clinging to life, it gingerly cradled the dirt from the ground.
As if holding the most sacred thing in the world.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
