Yuan Ming once again commanded the soul crow to fly a little further, his eyes keenly observing the scene, his heart chilled at the sight.
The Snake King in front of him was indeed not the same one as before; it was larger in size, with a hook-shaped single horn growing from its forehead, and four bulges erupting from its abdomen, indicating it might soon shed its snake form to transform into a Flood Dragon.
The Snake King that had earlier engaged in combat with Xiao Bai and the others was now barely alive, lying in the poison miasma behind them.
That Snake King's body was almost half destroyed, with blood flowing continuously, and its head was particularly badly injured, with half of its skull shattered, but it was not dead yet. Its mouth was slightly opening and closing, as though it was breathing control to heal.
