Rabbits eat grass, tigers eat meat, scholars drink tea, and generals drink wine. Everyone acts according to their station in life.
But in the world of the Snake Race, it's not so complicated. The weak can only become food for the strong.
No matter how much you grow and evolve, you can never escape the law of the jungle.
The Snake Demon's pair of deep blue Snake Gaze stared fixedly at Tu Xiao'an, cold and sinister, as if it had locked onto its prey and was ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
It let out a raspy, mournful cry. "Gold and Silver Snake, if you're looking for death, I will grant you your wish."
This snake was naturally ferocious, so the two choices Tu Xiao'an offered were tantamount to a declaration of war.
It moved. Its slender, one-meter body stretched out endlessly, like a rubber band. In a flash, it began to spin rapidly around Tu Xiao'an.
Hm?
