Except for that unique, one-of-a-kind horn! This plunged the Old Man's heart into endless bewilderment.
What the hell was this? Why were there over thirty identical snakes? Had they really ventured into a snake's nest?
Even more so, after Wang Zhan's gigantic saber glow struck one of the giant snake clones and sent it crashing to the ground, the wilderness, once again enveloped by darkness in an instant, seemed to the Old Man as if a Deity had shrouded it in a mysterious, elusive aura.
It felt as though the scene he had just witnessed was merely an illusion, not something that had truly occurred.
However, very soon, Wang Zhan's next burst of light utterly shattered that faint, lingering hope in the Old Man's heart.
"Fatal One Slash!"
A hand rose, light flashed; the blade fell with a thunderous CRASH.
