In a dense, snowy forest, two people and a snake were in a standoff.
Shen Yunjiao suddenly pulled the meat of a Black and White Giant Bear from her Storage Bag. It was over two hundred pounds, and with a great heave, she threw it in front of the ink-green giant snake. Most Demon Beasts hunted to fill their bellies, so tossing out the meat was an attempt to give both sides a way out.
The Demon Beast would eat its fill and leave, and they would be free from danger. A simple matter of diplomacy.
But the ink-green giant snake didn't even glance at the Demon Beast meat. A cold killing intent glinted in its fiery red eyes. It wasn't hungry; it was simply reveling in the joy of the hunt, savoring the struggles of its prey before death, enjoying their weak resistance and pitiful cries.
"Negotiations failed," Shen Yunjiao said.
"Then I guess we have to fight," Zhao Zuo said, turning to Shen Yunjiao, his expression grave.
