How could Erlang Sun, a man born with divine strength, skilled in all forms of martial arts, accept this fate?
Enveloped by the shadow of the White Python, he found himself drained of his energy to resist and was left with no choice but to shut his eyes in despair.
Just when Erlang resigned himself to his doom, a sudden, echoing cry of a crane resounded from the mountains.
The White Python, heard this call, it lifted its head up as though it had encountered its natural enemy, flicking its tongue and staring fixedly in the direction of the sound.
Seeing that the tide was turning, Erlang also opened his eyes again.
A crane, appearing out of nowhere from the mountain, entangled in a fierce fight with the White Python.
The crane dodged the snake's attacks while pecking at the snake's body, tearing away bits of flesh.
Although the Python was less agile than the crane, it was tough and durable. After being hit by the crane multiple times, it hardly sustained any damage.
