The Qing python rose straight up from the water's surface, its half body alone towering a hundred meters high, coldly looking down upon Gu Wen with its lantern-sized snake pupils.
Gu Wen's eyes flashed with a gleam; he had devoured several dozen Demon Cores that day, each one a minor henchman worth three years of Heavenly Marrow.
[One hundred and thirty years of Heavenly Marrow]
Though slaying them was as simple as picking Spiritual Medicine, as effortless as riding past with a sword to chop down demons, the profits ultimately weren't enough. After all that work, he only gained seventy years of Heavenly Marrow, and it had only served to increase his irritability.
Wherever demons passed, tragedy followed.
Gu Wen didn't feel satisfied with the slaughter, but the Qing python before him was strong; it ought to provide him with some exhilaration.
"Second Ancestor, it's time to run."