Chapter 336 I Rule Serregon
- The black python let out a shrill scream. It tried to twist its body to dull the pain, but realized its seven-inch vital spot was pinned—couldn’t move at all.
- Worse, blood poured from the wound, life ebbing away bit by bit.
- Pierre Cook stood with his hands clasped behind his back, not striking again, just watching the black python’s dying struggle.