Tan Wenbin's trembling was still going on.
Li Zhiyuan walked to the back of Tan Wenbin and looked at that Double-headed Python.
Deng Chen was already dead, but in the teenager's eyes, this python still wore Deng Chen's face.
"You really let me down."
In the Double-headed Python's Snake Eyes, thick regret surfaced.
It was definitely the smartest among the four spirit beasts, and because it hadn't been smashed into a mere phantom in that pig-head wave, it'd had more chances to contact and interact with Li Zhiyuan's side.
It could have become an existence above the other three beasts, as long as it chose to tear its face with the other three and firmly stand on Tan Wenbin's side.
At the very least… it shouldn't have let Tan Wenbin put on those reading glasses.
It knew there was no way to win; it knew clearly how terrifying the forces behind the teenager were, but it still clung to a bit of luck, thinking it could fight for more profit within a controllable level of conflict.
