The massive figure crashed to the ground, kicking up countless clouds of dust. Its final, unwilling gaze fell on Lin Chen, still filled with violent hatred.
Lin Chen rubbed his knee, breathing lightly. Having gone so long without this kind of high-intensity battle, he felt his strength starting to run dry. He frowned, feeling even more deeply how important his Spiritual Energy cultivation really was.
After resting a short while, Lin Chen headed toward the cold pool. With the giant serpent no longer blocking the way, he could now quickly put that stalk of Ice Soul Grass into his pocket.
The distance grew shorter and shorter, but the closer he walked, the more uncomfortable Lin Chen felt all over.
"Hahaha, Brother Lin is truly brave and mighty. Such a huge python, and in just a few moves, Brother Lin took care of it."
