"Crack!" Several large trees were smashed down. The ghost python hissed, and two trunks, broken off, pierced into its body like long spears.
Li Xian thought to himself: "What a great opportunity!" He immediately exerted force with his toes, grabbed the gunshaft with his bent abdomen, and pressed his feet against the rock wall, seizing the moment to pull the spear. The gunshaft rubbed against the crevice in the rock, emitting a piercing screech.
The ghost python twisted its snake body; it was huge, yet capable of clinging to the rock wall, rapidly closing in on Li Xian. Li Xian remained unhurried, standing on the silver spear, drawing his bow and shooting arrows. In an instant, he shot seven arrows in succession, each striking the ghost python's head with pinpoint accuracy.
