Impenetrable Skin

The five shadow guards stared at Karsha with eyes widened to the extreme—jaw-dropping disbelief etched across their faces. The Overlord, an entity even the bravest Purple Tail Anaconda wouldn't dare challenge, lay dead before them, and the one who slew it now sat nonchalantly on its head, smiling.

'He's a monster,' was the only thought that raced through their minds. These were beasts themselves, yet in Karsha's presence, they couldn't help but feel dwarfed. He was a monster among monsters, beyond any doubt.

Karsha glanced at the awe-struck guards and couldn't resist widening his smile. "What are you waiting for? Come on, climb up."

The shadow guards hesitated for a moment, but realizing the snake was dead, they leaped onto its back, still in a state of shock.

"Don't worry, we're inside my domain. No snake can enter," Karsha reassured them, studying their expressions for a moment before asking, "What did you discover after I left?"