Rustling softly amidst silent whispers, the Cold Ice Pythons slithered out from the Cold Pond, hissing as they flicked their tongues, gliding towards the Rat Demons.
Sensing the breath of the Cold Ice Pythons, the Rat Demons panicked as if the end of the world had come upon them, frantically fleeing throughout the mountain valley; two even attempted to scale the rocky walls in desperation.
Alas, their strength was too weak, and what's more, the valley had long been enveloped by an array—there was no escape.
A Cold Ice Python chased up to the base of the rock wall, opened its mouth, and exhaled a thick white mist of frost, instantly turning those two Rat Demons into icy bumps that fell from the wall. The Cold Ice Python caught them with its gaping maw and gulped them down in a few swift motions.
Qin Feng stood still, motionless, until he noticed the Cold Ice Pythons deliberately avoiding his position, and only then did he relax.