Swamp...
The grey-robed man's mouth twisted into a malicious grin upon seeing the Green-Spotted Poison Python attempting to escape.
After all, the battle had taken a great deal of effort; he had exhausted an array of tactics and spent a significant amount of treasures, and he had also sustained serious injuries.
Thus, the gravely injured Green-Spotted Poison Python had to die to quench his fury.
The grey-robed man put away the turtle shell he had in his hand, then grasped the Ice Slaughter Knife, unleashing a terrifying Blade Qi, which he directed at the fleeing Green-Spotted Poison Python.
At this moment, the Green-Spotted Poison Python was less than three hundred yards from Lin Tianming, a distance it could quickly cover.
Lin Tianming's heart raced with anxiety, uncertain of what to do.
