Black Skull

The Netherworld Python's miserable roar echoed through the sky, carrying a sense of helplessness and pitiful despair.

How could it not be pitiful?

Such a massive body, and now only half of it remained.

The piercing pain constantly assailed its nerves.

It fucking hurt so much!

Yet compared to the pain of its broken horn, this was secondary.

The Netherworld Python had originally possessed a trump card, but it required its horn to activate. Now, before it could even be used, that trump card had died in the womb.

Otherwise, it would not have been so easily defeated by Wang Teng.

All that could be said was that Wang Teng's luck was absurdly heaven-defying. With one grab, he had seized its weakness, and by sheer coincidence, had snapped its horn.

In truth, the Netherworld Python's horn was extremely tough. Ordinary martial warriors could not break it at all.

But Wang Teng possessed the Azure Jade Glazed Flame, which completely countered it!

Fate toyed with the python—what could it do?

So now, the Netherworld Python only wanted to flee, as far away as possible. Staying alive was what mattered. Dignity? Pride? Could they be eaten?

Not only that, it had even disregarded the pride of a King-Level Star Beast and called for help from that sinister fellow.

It could no longer care about such things. As long as it lived, that was enough!

Only that fellow could save it now.

Wang Teng had also heard the Netherworld Python's roar. His eyes flickered slightly as he looked up into the sky.

"Wu Gu?"

"So there really is another presence?"

Wang Teng muttered to himself, but he was in no hurry to attack.

Anyone the giant python would cry out to for help had to be an existence on the same level as