Seeing everyone's morale collapse, Martial Master Zhou knew there was no retreat left. A vicious glint flashed through his eyes as he roared:
"Guards, charge with me! Fight this beast to the death!"
Before his words had faded, he had already driven his Internal Force once more. His fists shone with an even denser white gleam as he pounced on the Black Silk Snake like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.
Though the Black Silk Snake was enormous, it moved with astonishing agility.
With a twist of its body, it easily evaded most of Martial Master Zhou's heavy punches.
Its thick tail swept sideways like an iron whip at times and smashed down like a giant hammer at others, forcing Martial Master Zhou and several Guards to dodge in disarray, danger lurking at every turn.
The scales on its body were incomparably tough. The Guards' blades struck them only to scatter sparks, unable to inflict any real damage.
Apart from Martial Master Zhou and the others fighting desperately, only Li Xiao and four or five Archers with somewhat greater courage remained in the field, not having fled too far.
They stood at a distance, pale-faced with bows drawn, but because Martial Master Zhou and the others were entangled with the black snake, they feared breaking the mouse's head while trying to save the vase and did not dare shoot recklessly.
Li Xiao's heart sank to the bottom.
He knew snakes had keen senses of smell. Once Martial Master Zhou was defeated, none of those still carrying a scent would likely escape. This ferocious creature would surely track them by smell and kill them.
He could not sit and wait for death!
He forced himself to calm down, his gaze sharp as an eagle's as he locked tightly onto the constantly