After Ding Moluo coldly posed that piercing question, Ye Chen, seated inside the Master-Swallowing Painted Python, immediately caught a hidden implication in his words. His once-steady heart instantly tensed.
Sure enough.
No matter how deranged Ding Moluo's personality was, no matter how mercurial his conduct, he was not a fool.
Even if he had suddenly fallen into this unfamiliar world, there was no reason for Ding Moluo to let Ye Chen stray away from his side at the very first opportunity.
After all, he had spent no small amount of effort trying to get close to Ye Chen and hunt him down earlier.
And so, regardless of how the situation had changed, Ding Moluo should not have remained rooted in place, motionless, simply watching Ye Chen—the duck already at his lips—fly away.
Unless...
Block Clown was certain that the Bloodsmith Hunter had already fallen completely into his palm, with no chance of ever escaping alive again.
With that thought, after a momentary flash of astonishment crossed Ye Chen's eyes, a resolute savagery surged forth. He immediately bent down, lowered his head, raised an arm, and slapped his palm directly over his chest, above his heart!
Thump!
After the Bloodsmith Hunter made this bizarre move, the enormous body of the Master-Swallowing Painted Python outside abruptly curled and twisted itself into a massive sphere. At the same time, it blossomed with a vast expanse of crimson radiance powerful enough to make heaven and earth change color, clearly charging energy for some impending action!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Hovering in the distance, Ding Moluo calmly watched this unfold, then revealed a teasing smile.
"Hehehe, kid, your mind still turns as quickly as ever."
"I merely asked one simple question. Before I could even finish speaking, you instantly understood your predicament and began gathering strength