"Its... power... is fast!" She spat out another mouthful of blood, and the silver sword in her hand hummed and trembled, gradually cracking.

"kill!"

The old Witcher, Sivitt, Bridge, and Abram roared and charged forward.

The king cobra opened its mouth and roared like a raging dragon.

The chains made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, as if the rope was about to snap.

"May the Lord have mercy!" The old nun and the young nun clasped their hands together at their chests.

A beam of holy light shone on Yin Simei's head, instantly waking her from her dizziness. It was as if someone had pounced on her and grabbed her chains, forcibly pulling back the king cobra's momentum.

Fresh blood flowed from Yin Simei's mouth, nose, eyelids, and ears.

The witchers rushed to the king cobra, their silver swords whistling through the air as they slashed at its body.

The sword clashed against the metallic snakeskin, sparks flying, but only the old witcher's sword managed to cut through, leaving a twenty-centimeter-long wound.

The king cobra, its entire body chained up, turned its head and lunged at the old witcher.

The old Witcher looked over at the green eyes of the woman around his neck, meeting the gaze of the golden boy of the king cobra. As if sharing the same gaze, the old Witcher, without turning his head, struck at the king cobra's mouth with his left hand.

A poisoned dagger sprang from the old Witcher's left hand as he struck.

"Clang!" The Glasses King bit down on the short sword.

The immense power rendered the old witcher's left hand unable to move forward or backward, and he immediately released the short sword.

The instant he stepped back, the king cobra spewed out a cloud of pink mist from its throat, the edge of which brushed against the old witcher's lower back.

The other witchers seized the opportunity and thrust their silver swords at the King Cobra's vertical child.

Yang Qinglan's eyes turned blue, and Abram, the strongest among them, fell backward as the tip of his sword slid toward the body of the king cobra.

"Stop!" Li Qianxia rushed forward and grabbed the agile Sivit and Bridge.

"What are you doing?!" Severt shoved her away, and his silver sword once again pierced the king cobra's eye.

The king cobra had released its dagger and was writhing as if wrapped in a blanket.

Boom!

A taut chain was snapped.

Yin Simei collapsed as if struck by a heavy hammer, her body convulsing.

The chains binding the king cobra vanished like smoke.

The king cobra, having broken free of its control, hissed angrily and lunged at Sivit with a thunderous bite.

The Golden Boy is bloodthirsty and tyrannical, sending chills down one's spine!

Li Qianxia, ​​her right hand, encased in blood-red armor and resembling sharp claws, gripped the back of Sivit's neck.

At the same time, she pushed off the ground with her feet, leaping out of the fighting circle with Sivit and Bridge, dodging the king cobra's attack.

"Xia, and Sister Lan, what are you doing?" the old witcher hissed.

The area on his lower back where the powder had rubbed against him had swollen up with purplish blisters, filled with white pus, looking extremely disgusting.

It's already rotten inside.

Li Qianxia ignored him, released Sivit and Bridge, took three steps forward, and confronted the king cobra.

"Golden Crown, if you keep doing this, I'm going to get angry," she said in a low voice.

The king cobra looked at her with a hint of confusion.

Could it really be...? No, I can't be fooled again. I just wanted to take a nap, but the enemy ended up taking away the person the boss was supposed to protect.

"hiss--"

The king cobra lashed out with its tail, the force of which was so great that it could knock a car away like a baseball.

Yang Qinglan looked over, and the king cobra plummeted into the sky, its body twisting.

Only king cobras with strong physiques and venom, once airborne and without any leverage, are no different from earthworms.

When it reached a distance of more than 20 meters, Yang Qinglan released it again.

Bang! The king cobra came crashing down.

A height of over twenty meters is no problem for its body at all.

But it did not attack again, and looked at Yang Qinglan with surprise and doubt.

"Where is your master? Call him out." Yang Qinglan walked to Li Qianxia's side and said to the King Cobra with slight dissatisfaction.

My Healing Game

The king cobra shrank its body. With its limited intelligence, it vaguely sensed that the person opposite it was real, exuding a peculiar, oppressive aura that showed no regard for its boss.

It slowly retreated to the research institute, deciding to leave the matter to its boss.

But that person (Edison) has disappeared again! The ground is covered with familiar frost!

The snake's eyes instantly became bloodshot!

"Hiss!"

The king cobra lashed out with its tail, tearing through the air as sharp, arrow-like fragments of collapsed bricks and stones shot towards the crowd.

The heavenly fire fell into her mind, and Li Qianxia's whole body burned. Holding the blood-red steel gun, she left behind streaks of red afterimages and accurately ignited all the bricks and stones.

Puffs of smoke and dust exploded in the air one after another, like packets of lime powder.

“Golden Crown,” Li Qianxia pointed her spear at the king cobra inside the research institute, “I’m really angry.”

The king cobra's abdomen suddenly swelled up, as if it were pregnant.

"Watch out!" Yang Qinglan gave the king cobra a gravitational pull that sent it flying upwards, while simultaneously retreating and pulling the old nun and the young nun away to escape into the distance.

Li Qianxia quickly picked up Yin Simei and rushed into the distance.

The old Witcher carried Endy on his back, Abram held up Dancy, and everyone ran outside, as if there was a bomb inside the research facility that was on a countdown.

The king cobra "landed" on the ceiling, its bulging belly slowly moving towards its mouth.

at last--

"call!"

A large, thick cloud of black poisonous fog instantly spread out, engulfing the entire Edison Research Institute.

The king cobra dripped saliva from its mouth and its whole body slumped; this venomous fog had consumed a great deal of its strength.

The poisonous fog spread rapidly, and countless venomous snakes chased after the Witcher.

With his leg injured, Us was the first to be caught by the poisonous fog. The heel that was left behind melted away, revealing the bare white bones!

"Ah—" Us cried out in pain as he pulled a handful of herbs from his waist pocket and stuffed them into his mouth.

Herbs eliminate pain.

With his legs, now bare of flesh and bone, he gritted his teeth and ran with all his might, finally escaping the attack of the poisonous fog.

The Witcher collapsed at the edge of the forest, panting heavily, staring in terror at the Edison Institute, which was shrouded in poisonous fog.

"What's going on with you two?" Abram's face was filled with suspicion and anger, as if he was about to go berserk, his sharp silver sword pointed at Li Qianxia and Yang Qinglan.