Swish, swish, swish.
The Seven-Colored Red Python, upon landing, quickly burrowed into the fallen leaves on the ground.
"You think you can escape?"
A wisp of Divine Sense surged out from Qin Yang's brow, quickly locking onto the Seven-Colored Red Python's position. With a flick of his fingertip, several Wind Blades shot out, slicing the python into several pieces, blood gushing out.
The snake's head struggled for a moment before losing its breath.
"My Seven-Colored Red Python!"
Tang Hongyi bit her silver teeth, a hint of heartache in her eyes, then looked at Qin Yang with a frosty gaze.
"Do you really think that by killing my Seven-Colored Red Python, you'll be fine? Look at your hand."
At the corner of Tang Hongyi's red lips, a cold smile played.
Qin Yang lowered his head to look at his hand, and his face changed immediately. There was a shade of black on the five fingers of his left hand.
The black color was quite strange, vaguely shimmering with a seven-colored sheen.
