"Granny," upon seeing the appearance of the Old Snake Woman, Snake Woman Wu Yun obediently stepped forward to support her.
The cough of the elderly serpent sounded piercing, as if it could claim her life at any moment.
Yue Jinghua's brow furrowed as she looked closely at the base of the Old Snake Woman's tail.
The condition of the wound seemed familiar, as a fleeting image flashed across Yue Jinghua's mind.
The wounds inflicted by those giant-winged mosquitoes she had bred from the waters of Death Lake in Dark Hell bore a striking resemblance to the wounds on the Old Snake Woman's leg.
Could it be that the Old Snake Woman's wound was also caused by a Dark Demon Beast?
"Wait a moment, let me look at your wound," Yue Jinghua said, bending down to examine it, seeking to confirm her own thoughts.
