By the time he reached the mountainside, the surrounding snakes and pythons were already distinctly different.
The black pythons he'd encountered earlier were massive but lacked intelligence. In contrast, the scales of the snakes here shimmered with an uncanny light, and a hint of guile glinted in their eyes.
A ten-foot-long, red-scaled snake lay coiled silently among the vines on a steep cliff face. As Jiang Yi passed, it abruptly spat a cloud of venomous mist. The mist sizzled upon contact with the mountain rock, corroding small pits into the stone.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Yi's eyes. Before the venomous mist could reach him, he had already condensed a wisp of Bing Ding Fire at his fingertip and shot it out with a flick.
The flame streaked past. The red-scaled snake let out an agonized hiss and was instantly incinerated, leaving behind nothing but a wisp of acrid smoke.
