C312 The Flames of Nirvana

Zhan Tianming took a closer look.

Sure enough, it was not an easy task to hunt Seven Colored Fog Snakes in such an environment.

If one was not careful, one would die from poisoning.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

At this moment, a large number of Seven Colored Mist Snakes crawled out from the cave. Each of them was a seven-colored color, and even their tongues were colorful