Amidst the booming sound of fists hitting flesh, mixed with screams that abruptly ceased, the convoy slowly drove up to the Black-Scaled Python that had already breathed its last.
Getting off the vehicle, a strong scent of blood hit them in the face. Lu Chuan frowned as he looked at the tragic state of the Black-Scaled Python in front of him.
This... really is a bit of an eyesore.
At this moment, the Black-Scaled Python, which had been brutally punched to death by Da Pang and the other Corpse Puppets, could practically be described as having its face unrecognizable.
The once ferocious and sinister python head now looked like a giant black watermelon, beaten to a pulp, with its black skin and bloody insides all smashed inward.
