The silver snake uttered two strange syllables:
"Great Wilderness!"
Fan Wubing immediately felt enveloped by an irresistible force, stepping onto a winding path gleaming with radiant hues.
No, it was just his will that embarked on that path; his body, even his soul, remained outside.
At this moment, Bai Yihuan and Xue Ya also arrived at the top of the canopy.
The silver snake glanced at them and then slowly closed its eyes.
Bai Yihuan saw Fan Wubing standing ahead, eyes vacant without any vitality, and angrily shouted, "You wicked snake, what have you done!"
She punched fiercely, her fists, carrying great power and a furious aura, rained down on the silver snake.
Yet, not even a single scale loosened because of her punches.
Xue Ya said, "Stop wasting your energy. This snake doesn't even belong to this era."
Bai Yihuan panted heavily, "What do you mean?"
