"What the hell is that?" Tun Shi Tian whispered in the smallest voice Han Xuhan had ever heard coming out of the owl's mouth.
Even this brash idiot had lost its heart after a single glance at the titanic beast coiling around the Crimson Snow Sect's territory.
"Fucking....fuck."
That was the best response Han Xuhan's awestruck, terrified brain could come up with.
How had this monster appeared here? And why?
Did it intend to attack? If so, did the higher ups of the sect stand a chance? What was this beast's cultivation level?
A cold realization set in when he envisioned the possible battle.
Unfortunately, regardless of whether this monstrous serpent was about to go on a rampage, or if it had other intentions, he, Han Xuhan, couldn't do anything about it either way.
The most optimal strategy at this moment was to lie on the ground and feign death, hoping he'd be treated no differently than an ant. Maybe the snake wouldn't notice...
But such an end wasn't easy to accept.
