Zhou Leng came to an abrupt halt, as the enormous snake tail swept past in front of him, tearing through the air and pulverizing the ground.
A shadow lunged at him with inescapable speed, opening its bloody maw, ready to bite down.
Massive fangs descended, each coated with barbs, sharp and menacing.
No enemy has ever survived after being bitten by the Mountain Python.
Zhou Leng kicked the giant python's jaw, his body rapidly retreating in the passageway.
"Go to hell!"
In the vertical shaft, the Mountain Python resembled a slender peak, rising skyward.
Seeing the ferocity of the python, Zhou Leng took a deep breath and punched out.
East Wind Fist, Wind and Rain Charge Ahead.
The force of his punch unfolded like a broad panorama, an immense river blocking between the two.
With one punch, it transformed into countless punches, like an overwhelming rain shower, pouring down.
