Qing Lian remained expressionless. She pressed her right hand toward the ground, and a layer of green rapidly spread across the earth around her, swiftly dissolving outward like blue-green pigment splashed onto xuan paper.
"Rise!"
She raised her hand and pointed at the Crimson Cloud Python in the sky. The green aura covering the ground surged upward, transforming into streaks of green light that shot into the heavens.
In midair, the green light changed into countless green snakes resembling Bamboo Leaf Green. They shrieked and darted through the sky, biting toward the Crimson Cloud Python.
Hong Zhuang gave a light laugh. "Mere bugs, and you think you can ascend to heaven?"
With that, she pressed her hand downward. The Crimson Cloud Python prowled through the air, opening its gaping maw. Wherever it passed, it cleared swaths of empty space through the sea of green snakes.
"Little sister, is that all you've got?"
Hong Zhuang's smug laughter reached her ears. Qing Lian did not get angry, but her expression grew even colder.
She formed a hand seal with one hand, just as the Human Race had to form hand seals before releasing a Mystic Art. Afterward, Qing Lian shouted in a low voice, "Divide!"
At once, the green snakes in the sky split into two, then four...
In the blink of an eye, their numbers multiplied explosively. Not only did they fill the gaps left behind after the Crimson Cloud Python devoured the snakes, but they also surged like a green tide and completely submerged it.
Looking over, the Crimson Cloud Python seemed to have fallen into a chaotic snake pit. The pit seethed as countless green snakes desperately bit into the python.
They tore away its cloud aura, burrowed into its body, and voraciously devoured it.
Hong Zhuang gave an