Under the Cangqiong, boundless spiritual energy gathers, transforming into rolling black clouds spreading out.
Dazzling lightning flashes and blooms within, like thick silver serpents, with violent wind howling past, tearing the heavenly vault.
The Wind and Thunder Python King wanders freely within the thunderclouds, utterly delighted, its whole body's scale armor spreading wide, with surging demon energy diffusing, indescribably comfortable.
This creature is originally a wild demon beast, tamed to come, hence it is quite wild, longing for unrestrained flight.
"Moo!!"
From the depths of the fish pond, Ao Qing sticks his big head out to watch this fellow, surrounded by countless little fish, virtually worthy of being called a demon king in its own right.
Li Quanqing beckoned, calling the Wind and Thunder Python King over, before whose massive body, he seemed as small as a speck of dust.
