Chapter 639

The essence released by the male python, which had just died moments ago, appeared to be even stronger than the one before them, and Andrew was merely a six-star martial warrior. There was no way he could have slain it. Their minds could not fathom what had transpired. Desmond intended to ask for details, but he felt a chill run down his spine the next moment. Turning abruptly, he discovered that the once near-dying Black Spirit Python had become agitated again, its gaze fixed intently upon him. More precisely, the Black Spirit Python was staring at the demon core in Desmond's hand. Realizing the situation, Desmond understood, cursing Andrew's shamelessness inwardly. He had inadvertently fallen into that scoundrel's trap. The Black Spirit Python already bore a grudge against him, and now, holding its mate's demon core, it was only natural for it to fight Desmond with all its might. Driven by a death wish, the Black Spirit Python lost all reason and engaged Desmond in a frenzied s