Shen Han wore an expression of seriousness, meticulously studying the sentences within.
Each line seemed to carry a trace of profound truth of the Dao.
Even more mysteriously, the small characters on the wall formed by snake bodies were still incessantly twisting.
Gazing at the words on the wall, they appeared somewhat terrifying and frightening.
Shen Han read word by word downwards, and in a trance, the small snakes forming the characters on the wall seemed to rise into the air.
The snake bodies flew, directly pouncing onto him.
Shen Han wanted to dodge, but his body felt as if it were bound, his feet heavy beyond measure, difficult to move.
The small snake that had pounced onto him opened its venomous fangs and bit down.
In an instant, a fierce stabbing pain struck.
Venom seeped from the fangs, permeating into his bone marrow and blood vessels.
Shen Han felt that the venom was terrifyingly potent, the bite bringing unbearable pain.
