"Mere fledgling beast, do you think yourself worthy to contend with this old man?"
The Blood Python's fangs pierced the fox's neck, spraying azure-gold demonic blood that splattered the stone walls of the cellar.
The Little Snow Fox let out a low, mournful whimper, its vital energy weakening at a rate visible to the naked eye. It struggled, but it ultimately could no longer withstand that terrifying power, and the light in its fox pupils dimmed bit by bit.
Wang Lin stood not far away, his face ashen, yet his feet were nailed firmly to the spot. The Blood Python's pressure was simply too overwhelming; even if he wanted to save it, he was powerless to do so.
Damn it... He gritted his teeth and growled inwardly, yet could only watch helplessly.
Chu Ning's eyes split with rage, the spell talisman in his embrace manifesting of its own accord, and the Golden Cudgel Spell suddenly grew scorching hot, as if sensing the struggle of bloodlines.
"Little Snow!!!"
He roared, slashing open his palm. Crimson blood streamed down, sliding past his fingertips to trace a line of blood through the air, precisely seeping into the totem between the Little Snow Fox's brows.
That totem had once been the holy seal of the Snow Fox clan, but now it was dim and devoid of light, as if it had slumbered for many years.
Yet the touch of blood seemed to awaken some dormant power. The fox totem trembled slightly, and a faint light emerged from the old wound. The Little Snow Fox's body gave a slight shudder, and its eyes, which had been on the verge of closing, suddenly flew open at that moment.
A pair of star-like pupils reflected a revolving galaxy.
Wang Lin's pupils constricted. "How is this possible?"
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