128 A brush with danger 3 (1/2)

A large, forked tongue flickered above her head, teasing the young girl with light jabs to her exposed nape.

An Fei attempted to struggle in protest, but the flexible muscles of the python had completely restricted even the most basic movements of her body, forcing her to endure the merciless torment on her soul and physique.

Most importantly, however, was that she couldn't comprehend how exactly she had fallen into the devious snake's plot.

It was clearly thirty meters away, how did it traverse such a distance without making a single disturbance, especially with its large body?

Furthermore, it could travel that far in a blink of an eye!?

Hiss…

The pair of golden eyes narrowed in laughter and delight at the young girl's uncomfortable expression on her exposed countenance, unable in restraining itself from swooping in for another round of sardonic amusement.

The forked tongue jabbed at her right shoulder, intending to claim an early share to its prey.

Puff!

Before An Fei had obtained the opportunity to blink her eyes, the snake's forked tongue that was as lethal as a sharpened and tempered pitchfork, dived towards her right collarbone.

However, a thick linen coat suddenly barred its way, releasing a tremendous force that surged through the python's body.

Shaa!

The python screeched in pain, its massive head reeling backwards as an uncontrollable and certainly unbearable sensation threatened to fully cripple its tongue.

The enormous creature tempered its emotions to a stable plateau after a few moments, but the gaze directed towards the young girl was no longer filled with sarcastic mockery and contempt.

Instead, they were filled with a cruel malice and the intention to kill.

”Come on, come on, come on…” the girl whispered to herself in undisguised panic, clearly noticing that the muscles hidden behind the wall of scales had contracted once more.

This was no longer tormenting, the massive python clearly intended to squeeze her to death here as of this moment!

”…give form, give form… give form!”

A muted roar of angst and fear erupted from An Fei's throat, and the compressed and cowering kernel of spiritual essence locked away within her heart reared its head in fury, screaming its condemnations to the world without restraint.

A torrential flood of warmth ravaged the interior of the young girl's body, dividing into two equal channels that soared towards different locations on her body.

Before An Fei could properly determine where the warmth had originated from, a mixed sensation of the polar opposites of heat assuaged her right shoulder.

Pssh!

The soft decompression of a can suddenly pierced through the eerily silent forest, rustling the fatigued leaves once more. Soon, an enraged and pained roar shook the tranquilized forest, the earth quaking and quivering from the undue fury rained upon its defenseless back.

A river of blood flowed down a mountain of scales mottled with dazzling colors, bathing the tortured ground and returning a portion of the stripped vitality.

The massive python arched its head back in pure agony, its mind reeling in stunned shock. The pair of golden suns couldn't help but glance towards its side in disbelief.

A massive hole the size of a human body had been drilled through its entire body, the inner organs vaporized from the intense release of spiritual essence.

A sea of blood continued to form on the ground, the charred and ashen earth receiving a baptism of blood as an offering.

To any living being, an injury as this where the inner organs had been vaporized and a massive hole torn out in the side… was sufficiently lethal.

Shraa!

The massive python reared its head to roar at the indifferent night, its mind exploding with fear and wrath. Its previously devious eyes scoured its vicinity, hunting for a small figure within the sea of grass and trees.

Soon, it had found its target. The forked tongue flickered with desperation of clinging to its greatly diminishing life, and with a tinge of regret.

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An Fei ran into the depths of the forest without any reservations on her strength, only wishing to escape the python's grasp as soon as possible.

The young girl had raced into the forest at an indirect angle towards the stream that stood behind the python.

As she continued to weave through the dense maze of trees and grass, the young girl couldn't help but rub her neck.

Numerous purple bruises adorned her neck akin to a vicious choker, making breathing certainly painful and agonizing.