The Black Xuan Water Snake suddenly lunged forward, carrying the momentum of a swift wind, arriving in an instant.
Chen Nan had just stabilized his stance, his pupils suddenly contracting, realizing that this Black Xuan Water Snake's strength was formidable. With a flick of his palm, the ancient Sword Chenyuan appeared in his hand, blocking in front of him.
The longsword blocked in front of him, and with a resounding "clang," the iron sword collided brutally with the snake's hard scales, the immense force making Chen Nan involuntarily stagger backward.
Looking up, the Water Snake pursued again, opening its mouth. This time, it didn't spew venom but a mass of black poisonous fog.
In the blink of an eye, the poisonous fog enveloped Chen Nan, and anything it touched, be it plants or dirt and stone, emitted wisps of white smoke, corroding rapidly.
Even Chen Nan felt a stinging sensation on his skin, seeming unable to resist the corrosion of the poisonous fog.
