"This..."
Jeanne rushed up to the throne and stared at Fang Li's miserable state, rendered speechless.
Fang Li was covered in blood. The flesh on his body looked as though it had rotted away; not only was blood constantly flowing from him, but the flesh beneath his skin was clearly visible. The sight was horrifying, too dreadful to bear looking at.
Yet despite suffering such severe injuries, Fang Li remained utterly calm.
"All right, don't make such a fuss." Fang Li said to Jeanne, "It only looks terrible. In reality, the injuries aren't that serious."
A monster feared even by the gods—the rare Great Venomous Serpent, Bašmu.
That Divine Beast was truly extraordinarily powerful.
Although its body was enormous, it was exceptionally agile and swift. Every movement carried immense might; merely turning over was enough to make the earth within a one-kilometer radius tremble, leaving Fang Li unwilling to confront it head-on.
Of course, no matter how agile or swift it was, before Fang Li, who could reach Twelve Times the Speed of Sound, Bašmu was still nothing but prey to be slaughtered.
As long as he used the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Fang Li could kill it in 0.01 seconds. There was absolutely no doubt about it.
However, that Great Venomous Serpent could turn its own body into poisonous gas and disperse within the poison it emitted, appearing in any corner of the space filled with its poison as though it had teleported.
It was because of that trait that Fang Li had failed to take it down immediately. In the end, his body had been left in tatters by the erosion of its terrifying venom.
If Fang Li had not killed the poison that invaded his body, then just as Semiramis had said, he would probably have