Lu Quanan emerged from the depths of the forest.
Not a speck of dust stained his dark martial attire. His half-white hair was tied neatly, leaving him looking immaculate.
As he emerged, he surveyed the battlefield, his gaze lingering on Xiao Zhengyan's corpse for two breaths. He said nothing.
His dark brown, almost black eyes betrayed neither grief nor joy, as though the death of a Deputy Chief Inspector meant nothing to him.
Seeing everyone's flagging morale after the battle, he swept a hand behind him.
A powerful surge of Astral Force swept silently through the forest, dragging something out from among the trees.
Dirt flew, bushes snapped, and broken leaves and branches scattered across the ground.
Boom.
An enormous serpent head flew out and slammed into the clearing before them.
The enormous head was the size of a carriage, covered in ink-black scales, each as large as a grown man's palm.
Its hideous jaws hung half-open. Two venomous fangs curved down from its upper jaw, each as thick as an adult's thigh. Still-wet venom clung to their tips, dripping onto the muddy ground and hissing into white smoke.
The severed surface was perfectly even, as though a sharp blade had sliced the entire head off. Fresh red flesh still twitched at the stump, and dark red blood spilled out into a pool.
But it was not the head itself that made their scalps prickle.
It was the oppressive power radiating from it.
The lingering pressure was overwhelmingly powerful. Even though the serpent was thoroughly dead, traces of its Astral Energy continued to spread outward.
The nearest Patrol Guards from the Evil Punishment Office buckled at the knees and dropped straight to the ground. It was not fear; their bodies simply could not withstand pressure of this magnitude.
*How strong