Tu Xiao'an couldn't help but laugh. Even before he reached Rank Three, his snake form was already about a hundred meters long. After his breakthrough, his length had to be measured on an entirely different scale.
This Ghostly Wanderer King's power was undeniably terrifying, likely far surpassing even the Gray Demon King.
But if it wanted to compete with him in size, it was simply courting death.
In the skies above the Snake Palace, Tu Xiao'an had devoured the Golden Cores of two Deep Mountain Demon Kings, jumping straight to Level 39. His snake form had blotted out the sky.
The countless races of the Yaoling Mountain Range were still living under the shadow of that heaven-shaking Giant Snake.
"Snake, are you not going to reveal your true form? Are you waiting for me to crush you into a pulp?" the hundred-meter-tall Ghostly Wanderer King sneered, looking down with contempt.
