The snake demon cried out in pain, and its assault grew even more ferocious.
Its claws swept at Shen Chu in an unbroken barrage, swift as a raging storm. Every strike carried a shrill whistle through the air, along with a rank, poisonous mist.
What the hell—this was a biochemical warrior!
Shen Chu did not dare let his guard down in the slightest. He used every trick at his disposal, darting and weaving through the temple while using the pillars, walls, and firepit as cover to circle around the snake demon.
Yet after exchanging more than a dozen moves, Shen Chu's heart sank.
The snake demon was far too fast, and far too strong.
Though his Silver-Veined Meteorite Iron saber could somewhat restrain the snake demon, the gulf in their strength was plain to see.
The fact that he had lasted this many moves without losing was already thanks to the quality of his weapon and the snake demon's underestimation of him.
If this continued, defeat was inevitable.
Run!
The thought flashed through Shen Chu's mind.
His footwork shifted. He feinted with his saber, forcing the snake demon back, then turned and rushed for the temple gate.
But after taking only two steps, he came to an abrupt halt.
At some unknown time, a layer of grayish-black mist had sealed off the temple entrance.
The mist wriggled slowly like a living thing, giving off a sickly sweet stench. Merely drawing close made one dizzy and disoriented.
Clearly, the snake demon had sealed the entire ruined temple the moment it attacked, preventing him from escaping!
Shen Chu's heart sank completely to the bottom.
"Trying to run?"
The snake demon let out a sinister chuckle, its vertical pupils glinting with cruel light.
"Did you think I'd fall for the same trick twice?