The water droplet swiftly pierced through the black flying python's belly. It was clearly just a small droplet, but it had immense strength as it left a bloodied hole—the size of a fist—on the black flying python's body.
The hard scales were easily shattered, and blood spurted everywhere. The black flying python had never suffered such a loss. It painfully shrilled, hating Chu Liuyue even more.
When the spectating fiends at the foot of the mountain saw this scene, they were all stunned. To them, the black flying python was the strongest existence, and it was the king that they all had to succumb to. However, it was actually injured by a human.
