This was no ordinary black stone; it was clearly a fallen ancient tree, half outside, half submerged in the water, with its entire trunk resembling that of one dead for ten thousand years, its surface like stone, riddled with deep holes.
A dead tree of colossal size, comparable to a giant mountain!
From the deep holes, occasionally a round, thick body emitting a dim light writhed, scales slick, the noise made as it rubbed against the ancient tree enough to make one's gums ache.
When it came to demons, once they possessed a lair, they would almost invariably assume human form, build high-rise buildings, and establish cavern abodes, all to live with a bit more prestige.
But the Earthly Dark Python race was accustomed to showing their true forms, as their demon bodies were the very thing they relied on the most.
Ever since being driven out of their waters by the Dragon Palace, they had been extra cautious, only recently becoming a little more relaxed.
