The boa constrictor emits an extremely cold odor from all over its body, and its shape sweeps, so that even the air is completely frozen.

"extinguish!"

The palm of a soul drops from the sky, instantly bombarding the python into pieces, cold spots, disappearing without trace, and at the same time, the pattern gradually becomes dim, and finally lost its luster.

"Are you okay?" Duan Chongyu came over with a caring look in his eyes. Ye Dun shook his head, but in his heart, he still felt a little frightened.

The Python appeared so suddenly that there was no sign at all. Moreover, the cold light was not the real...