The demon, Walking the Snowstorm, had come. Dealing with a mortal old monk should have been child's play.
Clearly, however, the old monk was no longer an ordinary monk. The sea of ice and snow had become a battlefield between him and the Snow Python. Truth be told, their clash caused an even greater commotion than the pair in the sky.
Perhaps wary of Dragonkind, the Great Toad King had intervened without appearing directly before the Flood Dragon, much less revealing his true form, so the disturbance above the clouds remained limited.
At the foot of Mount Great Autumn, by contrast, the commotion was immense. Gales howled, tides churned, and thunderous crashes rang out incessantly.
"Roar-!"
The Snow Python roared, though whether in anger or fear was impossible to tell. Its enormous body rolled through the sea of ice and snow. Its demonic power continued rising as time passed, but its ferocity had plainly diminished from when it first arrived as Walking the Snowstorm.
Yet the Snow Python was no longer facing the old monk whose body had frozen stiff in the ice and snow, either.
Monk Wufa seemed cloaked in golden radiance as he raced through the ocean of blizzards and ice shards. His faintly golden eyes seemed able to pierce the snow and ice and see the rapidly moving Snow Python.
"Wretched creature, where do you think you're going-!"
The old monk thrust his right palm forward. The sea of ice and snow parted before him, boundless gales rolling away to either side as he accelerated straight toward the Snow Python.
The golden blood on his body, in particular, burned like scorching flames. Wherever he passed, ice and snow melted, sending white mist billowing!
Despite its ability to swim swiftly through ice and snow, the Snow Python discovered