Even though he was already certain of victory.
He still would not act rashly.
After all.
There was never any room for error in battle.
He did indeed have an advantage.
But that advantage was not so great that he could crush his opponents.
What was more.
Even a lion had to use its full strength to catch a rabbit.
He understood that principle very well.
As a demon beast.
He had lived in these mountain forests from the very beginning.
From his weakest days to the present.
He had fought more battles than he could count.
Toying with an opponent.
Was something he only did when playing with the youngsters of his own clan.
When fighting an enemy, however.
He had to give it everything he had.
Only a dead enemy.
Was truly safe.
The human race understood this as well.
So although An Lan and Changsheng seemed to be chatting idly.
Their hands never left their weapons.
Having cultivated to their level.
They had long since developed a sense of foreboding.
They could both feel it.
A sense of danger lingered around them constantly.
That meant.
The Snake Demon was somewhere nearby.
He could strike at any moment.
If even that could not put them on their guard.
Then even if they died, they would have died for nothing.
An Lan's expression gradually grew solemn.
He did not want to die.
That went without saying.
But whether he would survive.
Could only be known once the battle was over.
For cultivators, death.
Was always only an instant away.
The spiritual power within An Lan and Changsheng was already circulating quietly.
They could both sense it.
The battle might erupt in the very next second.
The two slowly ventured deeper.
Here in Anping Marsh.
There were only the two