"HISS!"
Hovering above the undulating lake, a giant python coiled, measuring thousands of feet in length. Its scales were pitch-black, emitting a dense black smoke, its mouth agape, revealing sharp fangs.
A tyrannical, ferocious, and terrifying aura radiated from it.
"That is an Ancient Python, a Nine-Turn Saint King at its peak. Young Master, be careful!" Kun Daoist warned.
Spiritual treasures of heaven and earth from ancient times were guarded by demonic beasts who considered these treasures their own. They possessed a strong sense of territory, and any rash intrusion would automatically be seen as a challenge.
"Human, scram!" the Ancient Python roared coldly, its voice hoarse, like clashing metals, extremely unpleasant.
