Jiang Xingze's thinking was extreme. He had completely forgotten that without Dr. Snake, Chen Mo, he would have long since been queuing in Hell, waiting to be reincarnated.
Run?
At that moment, the Vampire Snake went berserk, as if it had lost all reason. A sense of crisis enveloped Jiang Xingze's entire body.
Even though he had become something neither human nor ghost, he was still afraid of death. He scrambled to his feet and ran for the iron door.
"ROAR..."
The Vampire Snake roared at the sky. Suddenly, it transformed into a fiery shadow, blocking Jiang Xingze's path.
Its massive, twenty-meter body was as imposing as an insurmountable mountain.
The sickening stench of blood billowed from the Vampire Snake's cavernous maw. Its giant Snake Head swayed above Jiang Xingze, looking as if it might swallow him whole at any moment.
Jiang Xingze was truly afraid now. 'This isn't just a sense of crisis anymore,' he thought, 'it's the suffocating presence of death.'
