An hour passed in the blink of an eye. But in this ever-changing valley, an hour was more than enough time for major events to unfold.
Above the colossal tree, three wisps of colored Qi swirled in concert with a majestic, serpentine shadow. The aura of the Snake King grew ever more intense, and in the distance, the White Demon King seemed to have been completely forgotten.
The presence of the mighty Demon King dwindled, and he was still forced to contend with a pestering hybrid monster.
The burgeoning aura of the Snake King made the White Demon King's brow twitch, and a startling fear gripped his heart.
It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in centuries.
The Profound Turtle's words echoed in the White Demon King's mind: 'If this Snake Spirit succeeds in its tribulation, you will be in deep trouble.'
He hadn't truly taken those words to heart, acting only out of an abundance of caution. 'It's just a snake,' he had thought. 'I can kill it whenever I please.'
