Crack!
Crack!
The sharp teeth of the giant python tore like a wheel of knives, revealing the bloody texture of its opened, thick neck.
Li Jing's body was also left with over a dozen holes, resembling those made by a clawed rake.
The two behemoths used all their strength, each wanting to rip the other to shreds. Overall, however, Li Jing still had the upper hand, given that the python's vulnerable spot was at its seven-inch section.
As the python's strength was about to be exhausted, its thick body gradually became stiff until it died.
After confirming the python's death, Li Jing finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"Phew! It's finally dead."
"Who would have thought that such a small stretch of water would harbor two such formidable beings. What world is this? Why is it so dark!"
"Could it be that I have returned to Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?"
Suddenly, as if realizing something, Li Jing turned around and let out a bellow like an old bull.
