Chapitre 487: Confrontation

The cultivators around us who seemed to have had some semblance of bravery earlier all seemed to fall to their knees, despair clawing at their hearts from the incoming monsters.

And from Dao Shen's words, the real monster isn't the giant serpent, but the man standing on its forehead with complete control over its movement.

The cultivators all dispersed in different directions, a futile effort in the hopes of extending their lives. 

But what is the point in running away? The whole place we're in is nothing but a trap, and we can't move out of it or leave it.

"We're like rats trapped in with a tiger…" Dao Shen spoke, but his words betrayed his actions as he took a martial artist pose, both his claws fuming a black smoke ready for a fight to the death.

"I guess so," I said as I raised my hand.

Several Tungsten Bullets flew up in the air and continued their climb.

"Oh those toys again, you think they will be of help?" Dao Shen asked.