C316 Detoxification(3)

That huge pair of scimitars exuded a cold, frosty aura. The snake's crimson blood-like tongue was spitting and retracting. A fishy, poisonous, and corrosive aura was spewing out of its mouth.

Snake King's gaze was focused on Lee Qianjue's face. His cold gaze was like a knife, cutting Lee Qianjue's skin.

Looking at its gaping mouth, it was filled with black light