With its serpentine body trapped in the rocks of the mountain peak, Orochi's eight pairs of eyes, which were still outside, darted around in panicked disbelief. Just a moment ago, it had thought Qin Fan was securely within its grasp. But now, it was the fish on the chopping board.
As a sapient Demon Beast, its intelligence was far higher than that of most humans. How could it not recognize the predicament it was in?
"Fool!"
"Fool!"
"Fool!"
Orochi tried to wrench its body free, but the Demon Thunder had left it completely paralyzed. In this state, pulling its body free was impossible; even twitching was extremely difficult. The reek of burnt flesh and blood filled the air, and the crater its body had smashed into the ground was slick with its own blood.
Watching Qin Fan's weakened figure land and slowly walk toward it, Orochi shrieked in horror, uttering the only human words—or rather, bird-like squawking—that it knew.
