After orchestrating the deaths of those two, Chen Nan let out a long breath of relief, his chest heaving violently.
Ignoring the droplets of sweat on his forehead, he suddenly sprang into action, shooting like an arrow toward the distance.
The night wind howled past his ears, dispersing the lingering scent of blood on him.
At this moment, the only thought in his mind was: Escape! The farther, the better!
The terrifying image of the giant python lingered in his mind.
Even though he was so weak that breathing was painful, he dared not pause for even a moment.
Chen Nan was well aware that in his current state, even a slight flick of the python's tail could shatter him completely.
After running over ten miles, confirming no danger behind him, Chen Nan finally staggered to a stop.
He leaned against an ancient tree, panting heavily as sweat soaked his clothes.
Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on his pale face.
