The mountain wind blew across the entire forest, flowing like a river of gold.
This was a python, a golden python—its massive body could easily strangle an adult to death.
The red pupils burned with flames, and its scales shone brilliantly like gold under the sunlight.
Thousands of golden scales opened and closed, making a rustling sound as they rubbed against the grass, playing a magnificent and savage melody in the wind.
Bi Fang felt a chill in his heart, and while the golden python hadn't noticed him yet, he quietly stepped back.
What the heck!
How could there be a python here? And an extremely rare golden python at that?
Not just the audience, but Bi Fang himself was baffled.
Previously, he had only smelled a faint stench, completely unaware of any creature's presence.
The reason being, Bi Fang had yet to adapt to this new skill, using smell to gauge his surroundings, so when a sudden stench wafted by, it was hard to make the connection.