The body was like a sturdy ancient tree, covered with a layer of lustrous scales, the head was broad and triangular, its vertical pupils akin to two pieces of amber, with a ghostly green light flowing between them, exuding a cold aura.
The giant snake coiled up in its slumber, but its tongue flickered like a nimble black flame, ceaselessly flicking in and out.
Just as Shi was preparing to lead his clansmen into action, a Qi Blood Arrow shot from a distance, precisely hitting the snake's eyes, causing blood to spurt.
The pained snake jerked its head up violently, its body tautened.
Realizing there were other hunters, Shi decisively raised his hand, signaling his clansmen not to act rashly.
The figure who had acted emerged from the shrubbery at this moment.
He was precisely the Player Clan whom he hated to the core.
