In the end, Zhang Heng still hadn't managed to burn through all the fuel in the two canisters.
The station was now nearly surrounded by thick smoke and flames. The reinforced concrete used to build it was not easy to ignite, and since the station had been abandoned before it ever entered service, there had been no renovations or flammable materials inside. But things began to change once the sperm whale caught fire. Together with the snake corpses scattered across the ground, the blaze gradually spread.
By then, however, Zhang Heng had dealt with most of the snakes. There were still several hundred that had slipped through the net, but they could no longer cause much trouble. The three of them took T-148 and retreated into a nearby passageway.
Even now, Ma Lu was still somewhat dazed, seemingly unable to believe that the three of them had actually survived the tide of snakes. Twenty minutes earlier, when he had seen those overwhelming swarms, he had thought he was doomed. Yet not only had they survived, but with this arson equipment before them, Ma Lu's confidence had surged.
Although Zhang Heng said there was still a giant snake waiting ahead, Ma Lu felt that no snake, no matter how huge, could withstand such a vicious man-made flamethrower. As long as there was fuel left in the canisters, they were invincible. Yet Zhang Heng beside him was nowhere near as optimistic.
Jörmungandr was not the first supernatural creature Zhang Heng had faced. He had not forgotten the beginning, when he had just become the old man in Tang suit's agent. Together, they had killed a monster called Moresby. It had merely been the totem of a tribe called Alkez in Papua New Guinea, and after the Alkez tribe was wiped out, it