Ao Zhantian's scythe magic artifact had always been formidable, and against ordinary Eagle Bats, it held every advantage. In the brief time the Python Dragon fought the Eagle Bat Mountain Lord, Ao Zhantian had already slain several Eagle Bats. When he saw the Python Dragon flying over, he was overjoyed and cried, "Many thanks, Fellow Immortal..."
"No need for thanks, no need for thanks..." Though the Python Dragon said there was no need, his beaming face clearly wore an expression of great satisfaction. Before he even flew close, his enormous python tail came crashing down upon another Eagle Bat!
Boom... There was no suspense whatsoever. Struck by the python tail, the Eagle Bat fell straight into the mountain forest. Giant trees toppled, rocks shattered, and even the Eagle Bat was split open, its flesh ripped apart.
"Ha ha ha..." The Python Dragon laughed again and shouted, "A pack of little bats actually dared to clamor against us Dragon race..."
In particular, he bit down hard on the words "Dragon race"!
Boom boom boom... The Python Dragon swept his tail again, instantly sending several Eagle Bats flying.
Watching the Python Dragon rely on his python body to defeat the Eagle Bats with effortless ease, needing no other divine abilities at all, Ao Zhantian's heart was deeply wounded. He thought resentfully to himself, Damn it, even a mighty dragon cannot crush a local snake! I'm also at fifth-grade Yuan force. This Python Dragon looks to be about as strong as I am, yet within this Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons, these little bats can only bully me. They have no way whatsoever to deal with that tough python body!
"Chirp chirp..." Just as Ao Zhantian was seething with jealousy, strange screeches arose in the distant night sky. "Cough cough..." At the