Boom! Boom! Boom!
Within the mountains, the earth shook violently!
A giant python, as large as a mountain, thrashed and rolled among the peaks!
Opposite it, a martial artist holding a long blade, with an aura as deep as an abyss, was shrouded in swirling Gang Qi, slashing out sharp Blade Gangs relentlessly.
However, the Gang Qi around him had already thinned to a certain extent, clearly reaching its limit.
"Where is that kid who came with me?!"
Zhao Li suppressed the continuous fatigue in his mind and the injuries on his body.
While swinging his blade, he shouted loudly.
Since the appearance of the mist that separated him from Qin Zheng without anyone noticing, Zhao Li immediately began to search for traces of Qin Zheng.
But that mist was incredibly strange, blocking not only perception but also sound!
No matter what he tried, he could not find Qin Zheng.
Just as he was becoming helpless, the mist dispersed, revealing the mountain-sized giant python in his sight.