"Crack!"
The sound of a neck snapping.
He was just an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, warning others was the only thing he could do in his last moments.
His neck was completely twisted, and the venom had long started flowing throughout his body.
From the vicious bite, you could see cyan and purple lines spreading everywhere.
As soon as the target's death was confirmed, Andorfar immediately began preparing to leave along the predetermined route.
There was no relaxation just because the target was dead.
For him, killing the target was never the difficult part; the difficulty lay in how to escape from some adverse environments after the kill.
Fortunately, he was now a snake.
Even during his preparations earlier, he had already left a slight opening in the doors and windows.
By the time the enemy discovered the body, he had long since disappeared without a trace.
Is this the power of a wish?
Fantastic.
"Boom!"
With a loud bang.
An unexpected situation arose.
