Whoosh—
Perched on Qin Chen's shoulder, Little Strange transformed once again, magically turning into a colossal Ice Python.
Its entire body stretched a hundred lengths, as thick as a century-old tree.
Especially notable were the Ice Needles exuding an intense frosty aura from its body; they appeared to be growing on Little Strange, giving one the chilling sensation of frostiness with just one glance.
Previously a Wolf King, then a Black Condor.
Now, how had it become an Ice Python?
The crowd was dumbstruck.
Even among the Sect Disciples who considered themselves experienced and knowledgeable, faces of shock were prevalent.
"You killed my elder brother, die!"
In this moment, Little Strange, having shed its usual cute and silly demeanor, roared mightily after transforming into the Ice Python.
As its voice fell.
