At that moment, Tu Xiao'an gazed coldly at a dying snake not far away. Its once vibrant body was now dull and lifeless.
"You've lost."
With the air of a victor, he declared that the great battle was over.
The Crowned Snake didn't even have the strength to lift its head. It lay in a pool of its own blood, unable to believe it had lost.
Gazing toward the mourning hall, it seethed with hatred at the sight of the old man in a wheelchair. Its revenge was not yet complete.
He was still alive.
"We are the same kind. Why are you helping those damned humans?"
The Crowned Snake was indignant. It had spent a full fifty years transforming from a non-venomous snake into a mutated House Snake, cultivating itself into a Demon.
In the blink of an eye, it had all come to nothing.
"The same kind?"
Tu Xiao'an gave a bitter smile. It was true he was in a snake's body now, but his soul was still human.
