Feng slowly approached the unconscious Yi Bei, his spiritual energy flaring as the claws on his right hand shimmered with darksilver light.
Step by step, he advanced until he stood over Yi Bei, who hovered at the edge of death.
Just as Feng raised his arm to deliver the final blow, the enormous frostvenom python, which had been watching them the entire time, suddenly lunged forward, attempting to intercept him while releasing a crushing pressure from its cultivation base.
Feng froze mid-strike.
An overwhelming force surged through his body, making him shiver as his eyes narrowed to pinpricks.
It felt as though he had been plunged into an ice-cold pool—every instinct screaming that a true predator had fixed its gaze on him.
"What the hell? Why does this python care about Yi Bei? And now that I think about it, why didn't it leave with Chen Yang? Isn't it supposed to be his servant or something?"
Feng's thoughts spiraled as a wave of anxiety crept over him.
