A person rode on a serpent over ten meters long, and this giant snake was not merely a simple beast. It moved with the speed of a meteor, occasionally spinning its body like a drill probing underground, yet it never moved beyond the cave, truly resembling a loyal guardian.
Xiao Lin's feet pressed against the ground, dragged forward, without a moment's respite. The giant snake's frenzied movements were even harder for Xiao Lin to handle than those of skilled fighters.
Hong Lian had a point: It was just a beast, without intellect, which made its desires and actions straightforward and simple.
Often, such simplicity turns out to be the most effective form of attack, for it lacks frills. Beasts are pure; even when facing danger or retaliating, their thoughts remain simply focused on survival.
So, as Xiao Lin was still trying to stabilize himself on the snake, the snake was already figuring out how to shake him off and devour him.
