Dozens of miles deep in the Fire Scale Mountain.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out, followed immediately by a thunderous explosion.
In the mountain forest, the corpse of a demon python as thick as a barn door lay across the ground, its entire head blown apart, blood and flesh in a dreadful mess, blood flowing all over the ground.
Standing beside it were over thirty martial artists.
"Elder Yang, twelve people have died already. If we keep going like this, we're all likely to perish here. Still haven't found the Single Horned Red Cloud Python?"
A martial artist glanced at the demon python's corpse on the ground, face pale, and spoke to the white-haired elder.
The white-haired elder's expression was also grim at this moment. Though he had known for a long time that Fire Scale Mountain was a dangerous place, the situation was even more perilous than he had imagined.
