In a verdant mountain forest, there is a nine-hundred-year-old silver snake. It was a third-order demonic beast, only one step away from the fourth-order, that is, a thousand-year-old demonic beast, and it was ten meters long.

Its scales were like silver shields, glowing with icy light, protecting its strong muscles. Each scale is like a tiny mirror, reflecting the surrounding landscape. Sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, creating dappled light and shadows.

Its deep blue eyes revealed wisdom and majesty, and a silver horn grew on its forehead, so sharp that it could easily penetrate metal and bone, and nothing could stop its attacks.

The long tail is flexible and powerful, allowing it to swing as you please, balance your body or strike enemies. The tail also has a row of sharp barbs that can easily tear through the skin of enemies.

Suddenly, it felt a strange and dangerous aura, approaching from a distance. It opened its deep blue eyes and stared sharply at the humans who had intruded into its territory.

It counted a dozen men, all dressed in ornate and fragile leather coats and armor, armed with bows and arrows or spears. They are obviously humans from the outside and want to find prey here.

These humans are so stupid that they dare to invade its territory and think that they can easily acquire wealth and glory. It decided to teach them a lesson, to give them a taste of what it means to be truly afraid, and to make them regret coming here.

The silverhorned serpent silently moved its body and adjusted its position in the dense grass, ready to strike the fatal blow. One of the weakest-looking people was chosen as the target, who happened to be at the back of the line and had no one around to protect them.

The silver-horned serpent sprang out like a silver bolt of lightning, leaving a silver afterimage in the air. Lunge at the man. Before the man could react, he was fiercely bitten on the neck by it, and blood gushed out. The screams immediately resounded throughout the valley and broke the silence.

The others heard the sound and looked back in horror to see that their companion had been pounced on the ground by a huge silverhorned serpent, struggling among the dirt and dead leaves. It's being bitten at and the flesh is blurry. They were all stunned and couldn't believe their eyes. They had never seen such a Demonic Beast, this was a third-order peak Demonic Beast!

The silverhorned serpent raised its head and stared at the rest with dark blue eyes. It let out a high-pitched, high-pitched, angry scream, forming a powerful sound wave that spread in all directions, deafening. They all felt their ears and heads burst, and some even fainted on the spot and lost consciousness.

The silverhorn took the opportunity to launch a second attack. It flicked its tail vigorously, and lifted all the stones around it into the air, flying like cannonballs towards the men. They didn't have time to dodge or defend before they were scratched or hit by the stones, broken bones and bleeding. Some died directly, while others fell to the ground with serious injuries, wailing and begging for life.

It didn't stop and continued to rush forward, using its silver horns and sharp teeth against those who were still struggling.

The speed and strength of the silverhorn serpent were too much for those men to resist.

An old man in the team was the only one who could stand up to the silverhorn serpent, and his skills were like catkins in the wind, light and dexterous. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, and the tail of the silverhorned serpent was like a steel whip, knocking him away fiercely. They watched feebly as their companions lay in pools of blood, the teeth and claws of the silverhorned serpent tearing apart their bodies and souls. They felt fear and despair that they had never felt before, and knew that they had no hope of surviving and were left to wait for death.

The old man watched the members of the squad fall one after another, and his heart was filled with grief and anger. He took out a short sword from the storage bag, this was their last hole card, a powerful magic weapon that he had inadvertently obtained decades ago that sealed the Douwang powerhouse's casual blow, but unfortunately as time passed, the energy in it was no longer enough to kill this silver-horned snake.

The old man was struggling in his heart, whether to risk it or not. He saw that the girl who was protected in the middle was about to be attacked by the silverhorned serpent. Without hesitation, the old man threw out his short sword and shouted, "Run!" ”

The dagger slashed a cold light, like a meteor crashing into the silverhorned serpent. Only a crackling sound was heard, and the short sword actually pierced through the silverhorn snake and carried it dozens of meters away.

The old man knew that this was only temporarily stopping the silverhorn, and did not actually kill it. He hurried to the girl's side, took her hand, and fled into the distance.

The silverhorned snake felt a sharp pain, fell from the air, and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping. It turned to look at its own body and found that its chest had been pierced by a short sword, and blood was pouring out, staining the surrounding grass red. It's been too long, it's been too long, it's been too long, and even the nimble monkey-like human a few days ago can't make it unscathed.

It raised its head, angrily looking at the fleeing humans, especially the old man who threw his dagger and the girl beside him. It wants to tear them all to shreds and make them pay.

It raised its head to the sky and let out a roar, and hurriedly turned back to pursue it, anger occupied its brain, and even Guo Fan, who was hiding in the tree, didn't feel it.

Guo Fan hid in the tree, looking at the bloody scene below with cold eyes, he and this third-order demonic beast had already formed an indissoluble enmity, but both sides were evenly matched, several times he was almost torn to pieces by this demonic beast, but with the tenacity of his body like iron, he gradually became familiar with the other party's attack methods, and slowly found the initiative, this time there happened to be a team of people passing by and being attacked by it.

Guo Fan stared intently at the demonic beast, looked at the injured silver-horned snake, and secretly calculated the timing in his heart. He knew that this was his only chance, and if he missed it, he might never have the chance to kill the beast he hated so much.

Really! In the end, there were only two people left in the team, a little girl and an old man, and they ran towards them in the direction of Guo Fan's squatting in horror. Their faces were full of despair and fear, as if they had seen the shadow of death, and their clothes were tattered and there were traces of blood.

"Help!" The little girl shouted, her voice weeping.

"Don't look back, run!" The old man shouted too, and he desperately pulled the little girl forward.

Then the third-order demonic beast chased after it like crazy, its eyes flashing with cruelty and greed, wanting to devour these poor humans. Its body exudes a strong coercion, which makes people feel a chill involuntarily. It was covered in white scales, and its mouth spewed a foul smell, as if it were a demon in hell.

Guo Fan's heart moved, he knew that this was a great opportunity. Hiding in a towering tree, his eyes were firmly fixed on the huge third-order demonic beast on the ground. Guo Fan could feel its powerful and dangerous aura, which made him dare not relax in the slightest.