Chapter 120: Ten Thousand Year Snow Python
- The warm spring sun gently poured down upon the Great Star Dou Forest, like a pair of gentle hands slowly lifting the heavy veil of winter.
Under this gentle caress, the layers of snow in the forest began to melt, and the snow-covered world gradually revealed its original vitality.
However, this seemingly hopeful change of seasons brought many inconveniences to the spirit masters navigating the forest.
The ground beneath their feet was soaked by snow, turning it into a quagmire. With every step, the spirit masters felt their feet sink into an endless quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.
As they struggled to pull themselves free, thick mud splattered with a "puff" sound, splashing all over their trouser legs and boots.
Meanwhile, a team of seven spirit masters was desperately pursuing a Hurricane Eagle with two thousand years of cultivation.
The Hurricane Eagle was enormous, its wingspan more than two men wide. Its feathers shimmered with a metallic sheen, and in the sunlight, it resembled a king of the sky.
It soared freely through the sky, each flap of its wings creating a whistling gust of wind.
Its imposing presence was unparalleled, as if the entire sky was under its control. Its immense speed, weaving through the forest, made it a difficult task for the spirit masters to track it down.
The spirit master team worked in perfect harmony, executing their hunting plan with meticulous precision.
The control-type spirit master, whose martial spirit was the golden vine, danced swiftly with his hands, his spirit power surging in his palms, emitting a pale green glow. He muttered something, the mysterious incantation used to activate his spirit abilities.
In an instant, countless resilient golden vines erupted from his hands like nimble snakes, flying towards Hurricane Eagle.
These vines intertwined and entwined in the air, forming a vast, tight net in the blink of an eye, completely blocking Hurricane Eagle's escape route. The golden vines gleamed with a cold light, exuding both tenacity and danger.
Sensing danger, Hurricane Eagle flapped its massive wings vigorously, attempting to break through the golden vine net.
Its powerful wings created a fierce wind that shook the surrounding trees violently, creaking branches as if on the verge of snapping at any moment.
Leaves fluttered like snowflakes, dancing wildly in the air.
However, the golden vines were incredibly resilient, swaying only slightly despite Hurricane Eagle's frantic struggles, never breaking.
Despite its utmost efforts, Hurricane Eagle was unable to break free from the net that held it captive.
Seeing this, the other spirit masters seized the opportunity and unleashed their respective spirit abilities.
A powerful attacking spirit master's hands erupted in flames, a strange blue hue, like the infernal flames of hell. They transformed into swift, flaming tongues that shot towards the Hurricane Eagle.
A defensive spirit master manipulated massive rocks, which, like cannonballs, hurled themselves at the Hurricane Eagle with overwhelming force.
Under the combined force of their attacks, the Hurricane Eagle gradually collapsed, wounded in numerous places. Its once-beautiful feathers were stained with crimson blood, a dazzling sight in the sunlight.
Its flight became unstable, wobbling and threatening to crash at any moment.
Finally, thanks to the tireless efforts of this team of spirit masters, the Hurricane Eagle was successfully hunted down.
Its body, like a lost aircraft, plummeted from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground, sending up a cloud
of dust that lingered in the air for a long time.
The spirit masters gathered around excitedly, their faces beaming with triumph.
However, before their joy could fully blossom, a sudden, intense shudder swept over them, instantly freezing their smiles.
The shudder seemed to come from the depths of the earth, carrying with it an endless stream of fear and uncertainty.
Instinctively, they leaped. From where they had stood, a giant python, like a flash of white lightning, burst forth from the ground.
Its body was ablaze with white, as if covered in a thick layer of frost, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Its body was covered in blue patterns that resembled burning blue flames, emitting a mysterious and dangerous aura.
Its eyes flashed with an icy light, like two cold stars, revealing endless murderous intent.
Its bloody mouth gaped, revealing sharp fangs, each as large as a dagger. A ferocious aura filled the air, sending
shudders down one's spine.
Its mere presence froze the air around them.
"It's the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast—Blue-Striped Snow! Run!" a soul master cried in terror, his voice filled with fear and despair.
His voice trembled, filled with endless panic.
Upon hearing this, everyone's faces instantly turned pale. They knew the terrifying power of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast was simply beyond their reach.
Without hesitation, they turned and fled for their lives.
Their steps were frantic, their feet tumbling through the muddy ground.
As they fled, a soul master quickly pulled a flare from his pocket and, with all his might, launched it into the sky.
With a whoosh, a dazzling beam of light streaked across the forest sky, piercing the gloom.
It seemed like a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, yet also a declaration of their unwillingness to give up in the face of danger.
"Roar!"
the blue-striped snow python roared in anger, a roar like rumbling thunder that shook the surrounding trees, as if the entire forest were trembling with its roar.
Leaves fell, and the ground shook slightly.
It twisted its massive body, like a high-speed train, madly pursuing the spirit masters.
Its speed was so great that deep gullies were carved into the ground wherever it passed, and the surrounding trees were knocked over and over by its massive body.
The fallen trees lay scattered on the ground, forming a mess.
Meanwhile, in the military camp, the Marquis and his men were closely monitoring every move in the forest.
Their expressions were solemn, ever vigilant for danger.
Suddenly, they caught sight of the flare's glow.
"Oh no! It's a ten-thousand-year soul beast!" the Marquis's face suddenly changed, his expression anxious.
His brow furrowed, his eyes etched with worry.
"How could a ten-thousand-year soul beast appear in this place?"
Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion and worry, the atmosphere instantly tense.
Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, as if ready for battle.
Just then, a tall, lean man in black stepped forward.
His long, flowing hair fluttered gently in the breeze.
His eyes radiated determination and confidence, as if nothing could stop him.
This man was Soul King Yang Sheng, one of the instructors of the Third Battalion. His martial spirit was the Sun-Shooting Bow, possessing a series of powerful soul skills:
the Blazing Sun Feather Arrow, the Star-Chasing Moon Arrow, the Blazing Sun Armor-Piercing Arrow, the Sun-Shining Phantom Light Arrow, and the Blazing Sun Cage Arrow.
"I will fight!" Yang Sheng's voice was firm and powerful, resonating like a bell in everyone's ears, breaking the tense silence.
The Marquis looked at Yang Sheng, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly nodded and said, "Okay, Yang Sheng, you must be careful." His tone was full of concern and admonition.
Yang Sheng nodded slightly in response, then turned and ran like a flash of black lightning in the direction of the signal.
His figure darted through the dense forest, stirring a breeze and rustling the leaves behind him.
His speed was so fast that he seemed to merge with the wind.