The Bone-Eroding Python, tens of zhang long, was like a rapidly moving small mountain, rumbling as it rolled over the ground, as if the entire Earth itself was trembling.
Wherever it passed, the black poisonous fog mixed with plant debris and rocks, spread rapidly in all directions, covering the sky and blanketing the surroundings, an utterly terrifying sight.
Dozens of Golden Crow Manor disciples, who had just witnessed Yu Hu's tragic demise, were already scared out of their wits, and now seeing the Bone-Eroding Python relentlessly pursuing them, they were even more panicked, fleeing along the path they came with all their might.
As for Xia Chenyu and Ye Qingxuan, who were left behind at the end of the group, apart from the two stewards, Sun Guangyi and Li Jingren, no one else cared about their life or death at this moment; everyone was only concerned with saving their own skin.
