"Boom!"
The moment the Sword Patterned Snake Demon appeared, its overwhelming aura immediately swept out.
The initially confident crowd couldn't help but be shocked.
Especially Yuan Cong, whose face was utterly terrified.
The Snake Demon stood atop the lake, body half-curved, with ominous dark golden pupils on its triangular head staring sinisterly at the group. In the presence of this serpent, six to seven zhang long, the hunting party seemed extremely insignificant.
"Spread out!"
Ye Qingchen shouted suddenly.
With a whoosh!
The next moment, the Snake Demon shot out like an arrow from a drawn bow, charging directly towards the group's position.
"Crack!"
The Snake Demon, unable to reach the group, bit into an ancient tree behind them. The towering tree, thick enough to require three people to encircle it, was snapped in half, sending wood shards flying.
"That was close!"
Jiang Churan glanced at the broken ancient tree, unable to suppress the tremor in her heart.
