The Golden Python, ravenous, was wholly oblivious to the peril behind it; its focus was entirely on the feast before it. But a pair of iron pincer-like hands descended from the sky mercilessly severing all of the python's thoughts.
The instant Bi Fang clasped the snake's head with his hands, he felt an icy slickness in his palms, followed by a colossal force transmitting through his hands and into his entire body, nearly toppling him!
What serpent was this? It was clearly a great dragon!
A cold sweat instantly soaked Bi Fang's back; the situation was about to spin out of control!
Even though the sleeve he had made was very narrow, directly clamping onto the python's neck and preventing it from coiling and exerting force, it was,
Still not enough!