"Fucking hell!" Zhu Tu cursed loudly, "Emperor's Fall, you goddamn disaster star, trouble follows wherever you go! The day you return to the Blood-colored Throne, I'm afraid you'll summon over the arrows of that one!"
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On the other side, Li Yelai was oblivious to all this.
He was riding Ya Yu up the Snake Bone Long Stairs at high speed. The giant serpent's size was terrifying; its corpse had been transformed into stairs connecting heaven and earth, each segment of its skeletal remains emanating an inexplicable oppressiveness.
Despite being dead for who knows how many years, with bones that had become mountain ranges, an overwhelming sense of oppression still suffocated anyone who neared.
It was hard to imagine just how fearsome this creature must have been when alive.
If not for seeing its massive snake head, absent of dragon claws and wings,
Li Yelai would have mistaken it for the legendary Candle Dragon or Mythic Winged Dragon.
