The demoness caught her breath, the expression on her face incomparably venomous.
She had originally thought it would be an easy battle, only to never expect it to devolve into this in the end. Yet before she could make another move, Madam Black Python struck again.
The first to rush up were those poison moths.
Although the demoness had just slain a few of them as well, the rest still charged on, utterly unafraid of death.
That Silver-Horned Python was also coiled to one side, its tail like a whip. Whenever its snake mouth opened, it continuously spat out fist-sized clouds of black mist, within which flickers of lightning faintly flashed.
As for Madam Black Python, she was not idle either. Though she had only one arm left, her hand seals changed without end as she attacked with five-element spirit arts.
The demoness had already lost the initiative, and now she was beaten into a frantic scramble, her expression turning furious despite herself.
A mere Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivator, and in a forbidden land where magic treasures could not be used at that—if she lost, how would she still have the face to make a living here in the future?
She raised her head and let out an enraged roar. A circle of dazzling red light instantly burst from the demon's body, and with a soft bang, a leopard with mottled markings came into view.
This leopard was only a little over ten feet long, seemingly even slightly smaller than an ordinary wild beast, yet its entire body radiated astonishing demonic qi, and its muscles were extremely lithe and powerful.
The other party had actually revealed her true form.
Madam Black Python drew in a breath, and her attacks became even fiercer.
Since the other party could actually use