It was a low-level demonic beast that had not yet awakened its bloodline. The snake did not know that danger was approaching, so it moved its fist-sized head and slithered toward song qingxiao.
Song qingxiao had sensed the presence of this low-rank demonic beast as soon as it appeared, but with her current strength, she naturally did not take this mere demonic snake seriously.
She first scanned the surroundings with her divine sense, and after sensing no one else, she sent out a wave of spirit power.
The spiritual power turned into a row of long and thin ice needles, shooting towards the black snake.
Before the black snake could react, several ice needles had already pierced through its head, nailing it to the ground.
