It was like a rapidly spinning white chainsaw.
Casio's entire right hand plunged directly into the python's flesh, massive amounts of fresh blood gushed out, almost staining the entire carriage.
The python opened its mouth wide in pain, trying to bite Casio's body, but was firmly held by the carriage window and Casio's arm.
It couldn't twist or retreat backward whatsoever.
At the same time.
Series of thudding collision sounds came from outside the carriage.
The black horse carriage was speeding forward, entering a narrow forest. And the python's huge body intermittently smashed through the trees, causing huge commotion. Even though the python's body was strong, its scales were knocked open, and its skin and flesh burst open.
Inside the carriage, Casio methodically played the chainsaw. His entire arm had completely sunk in, severing about a third of the python's flesh. The foul-smelling fresh blood had sprayed a thin red carpet inside the carriage, sticky and bloody.
