The World Extinction Precious Technique, the Creation Precious Technique, the Twelve Gates Formation Technique, and sword intent capable of shattering mountains and rivers with a single thought. These were Ye Feng's strongest trump cards.
Puppet City was a small county town with a population of several tens of thousands. During the Late Immortal Ancient Period, it was neither a major city nor a small one.
An ancient tree stood by the city gate. Its foliage was lush, blotting out the sky and sun. Snow-white petals covered the entire tree. Its towering crown reached into the clouds, making it, without question, the city's sacrificial spirit.
For this city, today was an especially lively day. Mounts lined up to enter the city. It was bustling, with young powerhouses from many tribes having arrived.
Ye Feng and the others had just reached the city gate when an urgent shout came from behind them.
Not far from the gate, an enormous silver python slithered forward. It was a hundred zhang long and carried a group of people on its back, acting utterly overbearing.
If this had been the Lower Realm, such a powerful ferocious beast would have enslaved humans. When would it ever have been enslaved by humans?
"Smack!"
The giant silver python swung its tail, lashing viciously at the Black Snail. The Black Snail did not move. A gray flash flickered and blocked the python's tail.
The python's snake tail seemed to have struck a stone. The pain was so severe that its eyes nearly popped out.
The giant python had suffered in silence, but the people riding it merely sneered, utterly unconcerned. "Move aside. A snail dares block the road? So slow. Move, hurry up and move."
Some people from Zhu Village could no longer hold back and wanted to step forward