The five-colored mutant python could now understand what William was saying.
Filet mignon?
How could these damned bipeds even compare it to something like a filet mignon?
After all, it was a dominant force on Mount Olympus, its massive body and venomous fangs allowing it to defeat most other mutated creatures. On Mount Olympus, few could suppress it, let alone these frail bipeds.
Frail...
The five-colored mutant python tried to bite down hard, only to find that the bipedal creature in its mouth was incredibly strong and could withstand the immense biting pressure. No matter how hard the python tried, the creature didn't budge.
"Don't spray your venom!" William said, and just like that, the five-colored mutant python's venom glands were completely blocked, unable to release any venom. It felt as if its glands were forcibly clamped shut, an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.
