"This Golden Crown Python has such a formidable body, its internal organs are absolutely not inferior to ordinary cultivators; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to achieve this."
Zhong Lin marveled in his heart.
Many mutant beasts have their own weaknesses, especially in terms of internal organs, after all, they cannot have specialized methods like humans for refining internal organs. They are more often strong in tendons, bones, fur, and claws.
Zhong Lin's gaze was as sharp as electricity, drawing his long sword from the scabbard, with a stream of white light flowing on the blade, forming a three-foot Sword Gang.
He stood deep and solemn, his body as if carved from wood, unmoving like a mountain.
The Golden Crown Python opposite him also did not move, except for the flicking of its snake tongue.
Suddenly, cold light flickered in the eyes of the Golden Crown Python as it opened its mouth wide, striking towards Zhong Lin like lightning.
