The Eight-winged Golden Scale Python didn't hesitate in the slightest, opening its mouth and swiftly sucking in the blood. As Ye Tian's blood entered its mouth, a red light erupted from its three pairs of gossamer wings.
Most terrifying of all was the emergence of a dreadful aura. This presence struck fear into both the Snake King, who had taken the form of a middle-aged man, and the Thunder Crow King.
The Thunder Crow King was stunned. He never imagined the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python would actually break through to its Third Wing. Once it achieved its Third Wing, it would possess incredibly formidable Attack Power and Defense Power. Its blue lightning was especially potent—it could be called the very bane of the Thunder Crow Race.
It was too late for regrets. His only thought now was how to escape. In terms of speed, the giant snake was no match for him, but the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python was even faster. For a moment, he was at a complete loss.
