"Quick, retreat! That old bastard has actually soul-communicated with the Soul-devouring Blood Python!"
Mu Ruoyun's voice was urgent, and upon hearing it, Lin Zifeng didn't hesitate for a moment. His body suddenly leaped up, flashing onto a towering tree a hundred meters away.
"Boom..."
Just as Lin Zifeng leaped, a sharp gust of wind landed right where he had been standing moments before. The snake head of the Soul-devouring Blood Python, covered in dark red scales, slammed into the ground, raising a cloud of dust and countless fallen leaves.
Standing on the trunk, Lin Zifeng squinted his eyes, looking at the figure wrapped in dust with the snake. His sword-like brows furrowed, unable to hide the worry in his expression.
"Soul communication? Ruoyun, what exactly is this soul communication you speak of? I've never heard of it before."
