With hundreds of thousands of venomous snakes on the move, their momentum was unstoppable, as if they could slay gods and buddhas alike. They were domineering beyond belief. Any bird that flew past and saw such a dense, massive swarm would be scared to death on the spot.
This Snake Gully, this She Mountain, was the domain of the Snake Race. No other creature could stand against them.
Not even humans.
Just as this terrifyingly vast legion surged forward like a tide, a venomous snake, shimmering with gold and silver light, appeared out of thin air, blocking the massive swarm's path.
Like a well-trained army, the swarm came to an abrupt halt in the blink of an eye.
The snake hung in the air, its head held high. Its Snake Gaze swept over the hundreds of thousands of venomous snakes, utterly impassive and cold—an indifference so profound it was almost crystalline.
