"Who are you, and why have you disturbed my cultivation?" the Silver-Ring Demon Python spoke first. It was not that he wanted to make peace with the other party—the other party had directly brought out a magic treasure, making its hostility extremely clear.
The Silver-Ring Demon Python's intention was merely to use conversation to roughly determine where his true body was, so that he would not be too passive in the battle to come.
Yet apart from the five portals in the void, there was not even a ghostly figure to be seen. Only five beams of light shot out from the five portals and converged.
The Silver-Ring Demon Python snorted coldly, opened his mouth, and spat out a mass of silvery light tinged with the smell of blood. It collided with the multicolored spiritual radiance weaving toward it. As two powers at the Integrated Body Realm clashed, the impact immediately pressed the sea surface into a vast depression dozens of miles across. The seawater that had occupied the depression was naturally forced out by the opposing powers, forming enormous waves that surged in all directions.
"Looks mysterious, but its attack power is nothing special." The Silver-Ring Demon Python sneered, though the vigilance in his heart did not relax in the slightest. His tail lashed beneath the seabed, and the sea surface, depressed by the battle, immediately erupted into a tremendous column of water thousands of zhang high. Spinning, the columns surged toward the five wondrous illusory gates.
The five wondrous illusory gates swayed faintly in the void, and several solid-looking phantoms appeared from each of them. The Silver-Ring Demon Python froze. He naturally knew that these were certainly blinding techniques, but with his eyesight, he was actually unable to determine which was real and which was false.
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