Meanwhile.
In the very center of the city, there is a large park.
Inside the park, the vegetation is lush, wildflowers are everywhere.
The splendorous halls, shimmering in gold and jade, stand amid the flowers and plants, artistically arranged, exuding an aura of grandeur.
Clear streams meander through, Yu'er swimming, with the sound of running water pleasing to the ear.
This is the core ground of the God Python tribe.
Only those who step into the realm of the War Emperor have the honor to reside here.
The millions of God Python tribe members also view this place as the holy land!
Of course.
There is another special group that can live here, the direct descendants like Pei Yi.
At this moment.
Inside one of the grand halls, a middle-aged man sits on the throne above, none other than the leader of the God Python tribe!
Yet at this time, he stares ahead, his face grim, hands clenched tight, hostility etched between his brows.
