Swallowing is a slow process for snakes. Keeping half-dead prey in their stomachs is a challenge for cold-blooded beasts that don't have the ability to chew compared to fast predation. However, it was also when the prey was large enough, and it took only about three seconds for the giant python, which was more than twenty meters long, to swallow the poor elf. This is the time that Callus calculated from his own heartbeat. Bakham was so unlucky that he could have tried to struggle again, but his hands were clutching the branches, and the whole person was hanging in the air with nowhere to borrow, and there was no way to escape.

"Looks like the Blood Lion needs a change of obedience. The Demon Descendant's eyes flickered with an increasingly obvious red light, and what happened to his companion made him inevitably feel uneasy about his situation, and the Demon Fire smelled the excitement, and did not miss any opportunity to burn in this body again. If it was the previous killer, he would not hesitate to choose to retreat, Andrei was not here, and the only person he cared about had no chance to accuse him of ignoring the elves. But the anaconda in the moonlight made Clarus almost disgusted with disgust, and he knew that it was because of the qi, and he could feel something more than before. This feeling prompted him to give up his plan to avoid the edge for a while, and the sword body in his palm was already halfway out. And the dagger has come out of his hand towards the back of the target's head.

"Ding!" Unsurprisingly, a dagger without the blessing of demonic fire could not penetrate the skinned man's snake scales, but it was enough to get his attention. The giant python circled the tree, just in time to swallow the elf's boot in the face of the killer, and the silhouette of Bakham appeared in the monster's throat, squeezed by the muscles and sent to the stomach pouch. "Oh, even the stupidest giants know that you have to strip your clothes first, so you look like you're really hungry, aren't you?

"Poof!" as if a flint and steel were lit with flint, and Krus's right eye burned red with a soft sound. Along the edge of his eye sockets, the tattoo on the right half of the demon's body gradually lit up with the same color, and spread all the way to the long sword in his hand, the black blade began to emit terrifying heat and red light under the catalysis of the demonic fire, as if it had just been taken out of the forge. He swung his weapon lightly twice, allowing the heat from the sword to leave a vivid trail in the air, both as a demonstration and as a way to confuse his opponent, the Demon Spawn knew very well that snakes had organs that used heat to search for prey, and he only hoped that the Skin-Skinner was also relying on that thing to act.

"Shhh Of course, the more likely reason is that it is waiting for the poor elf to be sent to a position that does not affect its movements so much. The Skin-Skinner swallowed his tongue, terrorizing the Demon Spawn on the opposite branch, just as he had done to Bakham before. But this time the results were much worse than the last time.

Krus is experienced in combat, and he has dealt with opponents of all sizes. This is not an easy task, as most people will be scarred or even killed in the process, ironically, human soldiers are not trained to deal with giants or vampires, they are always trained to be imaginary enemies of their own kind. This means that when faced with an opponent that is clearly different from a human, the average soldier will not find a way to attack, and this is where the experience of the Demon Descendants comes into play.

When the snake attacks, it is fatal with one hit, and when you are in its attack range, it is pointless to move blindly, and victory or defeat, life and death, are all in an instant. With a sneer on the corner of the killer's mouth, the long sword in his hand hung low, pointing diagonally in front of him, a posture that helped him raise the tip of the sword to the height of an ordinary person's heart for the first time, and it was also his most customary technique. Of course, the serpent's heart doesn't grow on its head, and Korus was skeptical that the Skinners had changed their size so much by putting on a layer of skin, and he didn't think that the snake in front of him had the same internal structure as a normal snake. But there's no better way to deal with it right now.

The flames fluttered in the evening breeze, and the sparks that spilled out of the eye sockets quickly dissipated and disappeared in the air. The serpent's letter, like some kind of musical instrument, echoed the moonlight, and the sound drowned out the soft sound of the leaves. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and several leaves were pulled down from the branches, flying between the killer and the serpent, and the right eye of Kalus, which was burning with flames, clearly saw a huge black shadow like a carriage, breaking through the obscuring of the leaves with the momentum of a battering ram, and rushing towards him!

And now!The blazing blade left a short arc in the night, and then it was swallowed up by the great darkness in one gulp!"Boom, boom, boom!" The serpent's castration continued unabated, breaking three trees in a row, and it did not stop until the head tribe reached the leaf-covered ground. And on its back, there stood a man who held a sword in his hand, the body of which was as full of flames as his right eye, which had ignited from the abyss. Blood, splattered, from the wound on the back of the serpent's head, mixed with fragments of bone and scale armor, dazzling like fireworks blooming.

Clarus's chest did not rise or fall, not because he was calm, but because his body had forgotten to breathe under extreme tension. He knew very well that his sword had cut through the serpent's upper chamber, but he knew even more that the unusually soft musculature indicated that it was not the skinner's point. And since this sword failed to inflict heavy damage on the opponent, the Demon Spawn put himself in an even more dangerous situation than just now. He could feel something wriggling beneath his feet, and the deadly sound of snake letters sounded from behind him. Beyond that, something he had never heard before, but full of viciousness and curse, rang out from the depths of the snake's belly, whispers that lingered around, terrorizing the killer and disintegrating his mind.

Death had never been so close to Krus, and on a few occasions when he breathed, the Demonborn even thought he was dead, only the cold air in his nose reminded him of the hopeless reality. The sword fell from between the loose fingers, sparkling at the scales of the snake and falling into the grass. The killer knelt down, he wanted to run away, but his legs had become uncontrollably weak, and his cold hand coiled up his spine, gently caressing his heart, as if picking the right angle to crush it.

Fortunately, he is not fighting alone now. A warm feeling enveloped the Demon Descendant's body, and at the same time, his familiar loud voice came, "Bastard! Let him go!"