In the tree hole, Sun Zhe and Su Nanzhi lay prostrate at the entrance, their eyes meeting as they both held their breath.
At this moment, about two hundred meters from the ancient tree, the tiger and the snake were locked in a fierce battle. The two seemed to share a bottomless hatred for each other, with each attack being a desperate, life-or-death blow. They were locked in a stalemate, impossible to separate.
The black tiger was larger than a fully grown elephant. It had black fur with a striking golden stripe along its back, and its claws were as sharp as knives. Ancient trees that had stood for countless years crumbled like paper under its paws.
The three-headed giant snake was even larger than the red snake Sun Zhe had previously encountered. It was covered in green scales and white patterns, and it viciously snapped with its three heads, appearing even more ferocious than the black tiger.
