It let out a sharp "hiss—"
The pointed triangular head shot out in an instant, its gaping maw aiming for Yuezheng Yan's position, causing the entire mine to sway as it devoured a pile of rocks imbued with a faint spiritual power.
"Icefield python, Golden Core early stage," Yuezheng Yan's cold voice came from above it.
The python abruptly looked up and saw Yuezheng Yan standing on his sword above its head.
Its menacing scales stood on end as the python's thick tail lashed violently towards Yuezheng Yan, and in between a mouth wide enough to spit human language, it brought forth a storm of ice blades.
"Human cultivator, hand over the spirit vein mine here."
"You talk too much," Yuezheng Yan, brandishing his sword, with a sudden appearance of thunder, struck at it.
The python's fierce, bloodthirsty eyes flashed with mockery: "A mere Foundation Establishment, don't be so arrogant!"
