"Netherworld Spirit Snake!"
Liu Yu's heart stirred, and he recognized the snake at a glance.
He had long since learned the general details of first- and second-tier Demon Beasts from various texts. Combined with what the old Daoist Pine had said, there was no doubt this was a Netherworld Spirit Snake.
The reason was simple: the blue markings on its gray-black body and its pale blue slit pupils were unmistakable.
"Hiss, hiss."
After breaking the surface, the Netherworld Spirit Snake flicked its forked tongue. Its cold, pale blue eyes swept the surroundings, soon locking onto the Demon Beast's corpse several li away.
The bloody smell that would have unsettled a human was irresistibly enticing to its senses, whetting its appetite.
Its body grew restless, its instincts clamoring for food.
But a Demon Beast was not merely a wild animal. A second-tier Demon Beast possessed considerable intelligence, and instinct told it something was wrong.
The Netherworld Spirit Snake turned its head from side to side, extending its demonic sense to scour the surroundings for possible danger.
But Liu Yu, Cang Lan, and Pine had already concealed themselves thoroughly. How could a casual scan detect them?
Still, a Demon Beast remained a Demon Beast. At the second tier, it possessed only simple thoughts and could not reason through anything complicated.
After a long while without discovering any danger, its hunger gradually gained the upper hand.
The last intruder bold enough to invade its territory had long since become a pile of excrement. Countless victories had proven that it was the sole king of this domain!
The Netherworld Spirit Snake swept its submerged tail and slowly moved toward the shore. Before leaving the pool, it paused briefly, then unhesitatingly undulated its enormous body toward the Purple Marsh Frog's corpse.
"Hiss, hiss."
The Netherworld