It was a blood-red python. Its scales gave off a cold shine and aura under the sunlight. When it spread its black skeletal wings, they almost covered up the sun. The strong but terrifying aura was stifling.
Everyone was stunned by the scene.
Bai Chen widened his eyes as if he had been hallucinating. "That's… a seventh-grade fiend! It's a black flying python?!"
Si Ting and the others were stunned. Seventh-grade fiend? A creature that only existed in legends and rumors?
"Hurry! Leave!' Wen Yan cried out with a pale face as he returned to his senses. "Send the message to everyone from the academy. Tell them to Leave Wan Ling Mountain now!"
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Hoo!
All the fiends in Wan Ling Mountain roared the instant the black flying python appeared. This was their way of expressing their respect.
The black flying python flapped its wings and quickly flew towards the mountain where Chu Liuyue and the others were.
