Jiang Chen's path was no accident; it led directly to the lair of two Shadow Wind Obsidian Martens, marked earlier by his tracking imprints.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Behind him, the three-headed demonic python loomed in the sky, its massive form twisting through the storm clouds. The wind shrieked, and the rain fell in torrents, as though the heavens themselves were crashing down, pressing heavily on Jiang Chen's back.
Although Jiang Chen's movement technique was powerful, in pure speed, he couldn't outpace the monstrous python. Its gigantic body cut through the storm with terrifying force. Yet, Jiang Chen remained calm. The beast's overwhelming presence was closing in, but it wouldn't reach him just yet.
Not now.
His mastery of the Sword Dao—especially its Swift characteristic—gave him an advantage, a refined speed that kept him just beyond the python's grasp.
