When Li Qingzhao saw Chen Bo suddenly collapse to the ground, she rushed over and asked with concern, "Chen Bo, what's wrong?"
"He... he... he's not human. He's a Demon!"
That one look had made Chen Bo feel as if he were being stared down by an incomparably terrifying viper. It was as if his very soul had been bitten, and the shadow of death enveloped his entire being.
Li Qingzhao shot him a fierce glare, not knowing what to say.
Just then, the battle serpent truly came to an end. The constantly twitching Emperor Cobra had become a withered husk, devoid of all life force and completely unresponsive.
It looked as if it had been dead for months.
Then, everyone watched with horrified eyes as the small, red-and-white snake casually burrowed its way out of the desiccated corpse.
"Yip yip yip..."
The moment the little snake emerged, it chirped joyfully a few times, as if seeking praise from the young man.
