Below, the elders of the sect emerged, each charging toward a beast commander.
Ouroboros picked his target, an elder at the sixth stage of Foundation Establishment.
The elder felt danger from this snake before him, but this was his home, beast would be allowed to make trouble.
Drawing his second-tier sword, he swung.
A sharp slash tore through the air, crashing into Ouroboros's scales. It only caused some skin injuries.
The snake knew the fight couldn't drag on. Sword cultivators had terrifying offensive power and every moment gave the elder more chances to strike a fatal blow.
He decided to end it quickly.
Opening his bloody mouth, Ouroboros unleashed two streams of venom from his fangs.
The elder raised a magic shield in an instant, but as the venom splashed against it smoke came out and it was scrapped.
The elder struck again, but this time the snake dodged and sprang towards him.
The elder tried to retreat but it was too slow.
With a roar, he faced the snake head-on.
the blade crashed against the scales leaving deeper wounds each time, but the snake coils only tightened.
Moments later the elder lost strenght and died.
Ouroboros swallowed the body whole and quickly slid back, recovering his strength.
The other beast generals, seeing this, pressed their attacks even harder. The sect was at disavantage for a moment.
A sudden shout came from the sky.
"Beast! Let's die together!"
BOOM!
A massive explosion lit the heavens, devouring everything. Countless beasts and many sect disciples were killed in the blast.
When the smoke cleared only a few tenacious beasts came out from the pit.
Ouroboros felt his body spliting apart.
Above, the Sparrow Demon King descended with deep wounds on his body.
"Enough. We're leaving. Soon the other sects will notice this."
They withdrew to the forest.
Back at the tent Sparrow King spoke.
"Everyone will get rewards. The snake will receive 5% of the spoils."
Ouroboros took his share and returned to the secluded waterfall.
Counting his gains, the human body and the precious resources, he knew they would be enough to raise his strength a lot.
Coiling up, he began refining his harvest.
Two years passed.
Time lost its meaning. Ouroboros had grown to a hundred meters in length being at the peak of the ninth stage of Foundation Establishment.
Now, the Core Formation realm was within reach. But there was a problem, the Demon King would never allow another power to threaten his rule.Below, the elders of the sect emerged, each charging toward a beast commander.
Emerging from the cave, he heard the beat of wings.
The manager had come again.
"Fellow Daoist," the beast said, "the Demon King summons you."