C897 Go to the next Level!
"Demonic Python Blood Essence—"
Chu Yan whispered under his breath.
The blood essence in his grasp was far more robust and refined than any he had encountered before.
At that moment, Chu Yan could almost discern a dark red mist swirling around the surface of the blood essence.
Within the mist, a snake head seemed to be constantly shifting, coalescing and dissipating.
Sensing danger