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Chapter 121: Wyrm gall
At those words, Chen Beiwu's heart tightened.
After five hundred years, a Wyrm undergoes Dragon Transformation.
The meaning was simple: if a wyrm-type spirit beast attained five hundred years of cultivation, it would have a chance to condense undying spirituality, draw in the vital essence of the world's dragon veins, survive the two-nine lightning tribulation, and transform into a third-realm flood dragon that cowed all beasts.
Thus, a giant Wyrm nearing Dragon Transformation was unquestionably among the finest second-realm lesser demons, only a step away from becoming a third-realm demon general.
Before such a creature, even the second-realm Azure Thunder Tiger he had once seen at the Mystic Spirit Lake might be nothing more than a small snack.
Even a Foundation Establishment late stage cultivator would have to give this beast a wide berth, not daring to provoke it lightly, much less fight it on the seabed.
No wonder I couldn't even withstand its oppressive aura! Chen Beiwu abruptly raised his head and "looked" into the distance with his divine sense.
An enormous beast lay coiled within a fissure in the seabed. Its body was blue-black, its scales as large as water vats and edged with bloody patterns, and two pairs of swollen fleshy lumps hung beneath its belly.
Its head resembled a snake's, yet was not quite a snake's. Its brow bone jutted high like a single horn, its eyes were dark gold, and its open mouth revealed barbed fangs. From afar, it looked like a one-horned flood dragon, radiating an intensely oppressive presence.
``` [Name]: Azure Python Blood Wyrm
[Attribute]: Water
[Bloodline]: Second tier, upper grade (spirit beast)
[Talents]: Azure Python Poison Miasma (the primal poison contained within its fangs can corrode the soul and magic power, poisoning a Foundation Establishment cultivator to