The world was silent, the voice of cold indifference reverberating through heaven and earth.
The massive brown winged snake, once dead, rose suspended in the air, its pierced body rapidly regenerating with growing flesh.
It seemed like a bizarre state of resurrection, but upon closer inspection, its snake eyes were unusually pitch black and its entire snake body was covered with a layer of bloody light.
"This is... the Winged Serpent King!!"
A trembling voice from a snake-man snapped everyone back to reality.
Even the Saint Barbarian Bone who was holding Carrie back, had pupils that contracted, then burst into excited laughter.
"It's the Winged Serpent King!"
"Hahaha, with the angel's descent, all of you inferior beings are doomed!"
His tone was filled with pleasure and certainty, his entire presence erupting once more, propelling the black javelin to pierce forward.
Bang!!
A dark light perceives all, tearing through the air.
