Despair Wrought By A Single Stomp

“Trash, you have thoroughly infuriated me.” The sinister triangular-shaped eyes of the Black Jiao Python flashed with venom. In here, he was the law that dictated the life and death of this participants. Those people caught it and placed it inside this realm, instructing it on what it was supposed to do. As long as it followed the basic rules, it could basically do whatever it wanted to.

The only instruction he had to follow was that he mustn't leave this place and could only guard this checkpoint. At the same time, he had to breathe out poisonous mist to prevent others who wanted to advance pass him.

As for the rest, he can do as he desired. This meant that as long as he wanted to, he could even slaughter all participants with impunity. However, although this Black Jiao Python was extremely crafty, it also understood that it cannot invoke the rage of the participants completely. If not, what happens if everyone joined forces to kill it?