With that matter settled, Cheng Zongyang finally relaxed and turned back, heading in the three o'clock direction.
[Another half an hour passed.]
However, just as Cheng Zongyang was about to reach his destination, he stopped dead in his tracks. He quickly ducked behind a tree trunk vibrant with fresh, green leaves.
He saw a giant python, as thick as a grown man's waist, hanging from a branch on a tree over one hundred—almost two hundred—meters away. Its massive body bent the bough, and the sparse leaves around it rustled softly.
The massive python was in the process of swallowing a creature, only two small feet and a section of its tail still visible.
With his excellent eyesight, Cheng Zongyang instantly recognized the prey as some sort of monkey.
Ever since he had seen the Black-Horned Python, every other snake or python he encountered seemed like a mere hatchling in comparison.
