Chapter 438: Chapter 137: Celestial Serpent Transformation

The bullet advanced an inch, then found it difficult to move further!

"Haha..."

Master Ji’s face was flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism. He extended his hands and laughed wildly at the sky:

"Did you see that?"

"This is the power of the Snake God. With the protection of the Snake God, how can you mere mortals harm me?"

"You dare to covet the great Snake God?"

"You’re asking for death!"

As he finished speaking, he waved his hand, causing the surrounding swarm of snakes to surge forward, rushing towards the crowd.

Snakes,

a large class of animals under the order of scaled reptiles.

Different species of snakes find it difficult to coexist; when they encounter each other, they often fight to the death.

But now.

Various venomous and non-venomous snakes leaped and darted out from the grass and branches, attacking the living people in the field, without engaging in mutual slaughter.

In an instant.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"..."

Screams echoed continuously.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Mercenaries frantically fired bullets, but such means were futile against the endless swarm of snakes.

The bullets severed a few snakes, causing blood to splatter, which only made the snake swarm even more agitated.

"Hiss hiss..."

Scar leaned forward, holding a dagger, charging at Crippled John.

He moved with explosive speed, like a phantom in the dim night, the dagger in his hand flashing a cold glint in the air.

"Clang..."

The sound of collision rang out.

Crippled John staggered back, his face pale, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"How is it possible?"

He looked amazed, staring at his uncontrollably trembling right hand.

Just now, he had the upper hand, so how did his opponent’s speed and strength suddenly increase so much?

"Be careful!"

Elder Gou spoke solemnly:

"Something’s not right with him!"

Crippled John also noticed something was off.

At some unknown point, Scar’s pupils turned vertical, and his tongue that hissed from his mouth grew strangely long.

He resembled...

a humanoid venomous snake!

Those eyes were filled with brutal animalistic nature, devoid of human rationality.

"Swish!"

Scar charged again, his feet hitting the ground, his body swaying left and right, like a snake slithering.

In the blink of an eye, he was close again.

The dagger in his hand swung suddenly, a flash of cold light passing through the scene, and Crippled John grunted as he was once again blown away.

His body slammed heavily onto the ground, and he coughed up blood.

Scar seized the opportunity to get closer, intending to deliver a lethal blow when his snake-like eyes flickered, and he suddenly retreated.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Elder Gou had pulled out a pistol at an unknown time, his face gloomy as he continuously pulled the trigger towards Scar.

Bullets shot out from the barrel, heading straight for Scar.

If time could be slowed, one would see that he fired five shots in succession, each aiming at a different position.

The first shot forced Scar back, the middle two calculated the target’s speed, and the last two executed a deadly strike.

"Puff!"

Scar’s body staggered back, collapsing to the ground.

"Whew..."

Crippled John sighed in relief, struggling to get up from the ground:

"Thank you, Elder Gou."

Elder Gou shook his head, remaining serious, confident in his gun technique and being the first to notice the anomaly.

"He’s not dead!"

"Hmm?"

Crippled John was stunned.

The bullet hit the center of his chest, how could he not be dead?

"Hiss hiss..."

The Scar on the ground slowly squirmed, propping himself up with his hands and looking up, his crimson pupils akin to Master Ji’s.

In the center of his chest, at the bullet’s entry point, blood soaked his clothes, and a bullet was forcibly pushed out by the muscles.

Not only that!

The bullet wound was visibly healing at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.

"Gulp..."

Crippled John’s throat moved as he instinctively took a step back, his eyes showing retreat.

Elder Gou did the opposite; he stepped forward, pulling the trigger again while throwing an object.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Bullets landed solidly on Scar, making his body tremble, watching helplessly as an object rolled to his feet, powerless to stop it.

That thing was...

A grenade!

"Boom!"

The massive explosion erupted, the shockwave swept in all directions, and many venomous snakes were killed instantly.

Even the chaos in the field momentarily paused.

When the smoke cleared, a shallow crater appeared on the ground, and Scar lay in it, his body covered in bloody flesh.

He still wasn’t dead!

Half of Scar’s body frantically squirmed on the ground, but ultimately it was futile.

"It works!"

Crippled John, sharp-eyed, shouted urgently:

"His ’power’ has limits, break those limits and he will die, go after Ji!"

To capture the bandits, first capture the leader.

Unless Master Ji is killed, the snake swarm won’t retreat; if this continues, no one will escape.

As these words fell.

Those who still had the energy to focus shifted their aim towards Master Ji at the altar’s center.

It wasn’t just bullets but also grenades.

"Boom!"

"Rumble..."

Explosions echoed incessantly.

At the altar’s edge.

Fang Zheng stood with hands behind his back, ignoring the snakes creeping and darting around him, with a calm expression watching the scene unfold.

The area where he stood seemed to have an invisible barrier, as the snakes passed him by without notice.

"Dao... Daoist..."

Wen Xue’s body was tense, stammering:

"Should we leave?"

"Ah-bah... Ah-bah..." Mute nodded in agreement, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes full of fear.

They were just ordinary people, having never seen such a scene before.

A group of people wielding pistols and bombs, blasting with forbidden weapons, while numerous venomous snakes slithered by their feet.

And two eerie entities that seemed impossible to kill.

Of course,

compared to others, the ’savior’ beside them was evidently more miraculous. Calm throughout, when the snakes appeared, with a gentle wave of his sleeve, he had taken them to the altar’s periphery, while others, caught in the snare, failed to notice.

Because of this, they somehow managed to maintain composure in such circumstances.