Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

The giant pythons are completely enraged, and their entire bodies seem to be shrouded in an invisible dark force from the netherworld of the Nine Hells. This force is like a materialized demonic shadow, surging and twisting in a strange and terrifying manner, as if countless wronged souls are struggling and wailing, emitting a chilling murderous aura. This aura is bone-chillingly cold, like countless sharp ice needles, as if it can instantly freeze the surrounding air into sharp ice crystals. Every trace of it is wrapped in a strong sense of death and destruction, making everything nearby feel infinite fear. In this swamp, they are the most primitive and terrifying symbols of killing, the terrifying masters from the ancient barbaric era, making this already mysterious and dangerous swamp even more eerie and terrifying. Under the shroud of this aura, the surrounding swamp plants quickly lose their vitality. The leaves curl up and wither, and the stems become dry and brittle, as if the vitality of life is being rapidly drained by an invisible force. Even the strange fungi that originally glowed faintly in the swamp have now lost their luster and become dim.

In their originally blood-red vertical pupils, the killing intent surges wildly like a turbulent tide, becoming even stronger. That red color seems to have been repeatedly soaked in the blood of countless living beings, dazzling and terrifyingly red, just like a sea of burning blood, emitting a palpitating light, as if it can burn one's soul. Every glance they cast is like a materialized sharp blade, as if it can penetrate the soul, making people shudder. It's as if an invisible demonic hand is tightly gripping the throat, and there is no way to break free. At this moment, they are completely dominated by anger and the desire to kill, and their attacks become more and more crazy and chaotic. In the swamp, they twist their huge bodies wantonly. Their thick muscles are like tightly stretched steel cables. Every contraction and relaxation drives their huge bodies to keep churning, causing the silt at the bottom of the swamp to be stirred up. The thick black silt is also mixed with the remains of some unknown creatures, emitting a disgusting smell.

Their movements make the muddy water splash everywhere. The thick muddy water is like cursed mucus, carrying a pungent stench, and splashing onto the surrounding plants. Those plants were already on the verge of death due to the harsh environment of the swamp. Now, when splashed by the muddy water, they make a "sizzling" sound, as if moaning in pain. That sound seems to be a wail from the depths of the soul. When the muddy water splashes down, it makes a dull "plop" sound, one after another, as if it is the sound of the God of Death slowly approaching in the dark. Each sound strikes heavily on people's hearts, making them despair. The bubbles that occasionally emerge in the swamp burst with a "gurgling" sound in this oppressive atmosphere. The moment the bubbles burst, it seems that a more pungent stench spreads out, as if also sighing for this terrible crisis.

There is a disgusting fishy smell permeating the swamp. It is a unique smell of the giant pythons, full of strong animal nature, intertwined with the stench of the rotten vegetation and dead creatures in the swamp, making it even more pungent. This mixed smell drills straight into the nostrils, strongly irritating the olfactory nerves, making people unable to help but want to retch. The stomach seems to be stirred vigorously by an invisible big hand, and the gastric acid surges up, making people extremely uncomfortable. Along with the deafening roars of the giant pythons one after another, the sound seems to be able to tear the air apart and lingers in the air above the swamp for a long time. This sound is like a roar from the abyss of hell, carrying endless resentment and malice, turning this place into a terrifying purgatory. The smell of death fills every bit of the air, so oppressive that it's hard to breathe, as if every breath is inhaling the haze of death. Even the few black crows that occasionally fly through the swamp are shivering with fear under this strong smell of death. Their feathers puff up in fear, and they let out shrill cries, flapping their wings and fleeing in a hurry, as if this is the most terrifying forbidden land they fear. Staying here for one more second will make them be swallowed up by this evil force and become a part of this terrifying swamp.

A particularly huge giant python is like a ferocious beast awakened from the ancient abyss, carrying the resentment and boundless ferocity that have been sealed for thousands of years. It exudes an ancient and evil aura, which seems to be able to distort the surrounding space, making the surrounding fog tumble and deform. Under the shroud of this aura, its scales glisten with a strange and eerie light. It seems that every scale is engraved with the marks of countless bloody killings it has experienced. Those eerie lights flicker unsteadily, as if countless wronged souls are wandering on them. It suddenly leaps high into the air, and its thick body draws a huge arc in the air. That arc is like a black lightning bolt, carrying a breath of destruction, as if it can split the sky and divide the firmament into two. The strong fishy wind it stirs up sounds like ghosts wailing and howling, echoing in this deathly silent swamp, making people shudder. The wind is mixed with the stench of decay and blood, as if it is the cry and complain of countless wronged souls, and also seems to be a warning of the upcoming killing. When the wind blows, it seems that countless pairs of cold hands are passing over people's skin.

Its huge mouth opens to the extreme, and the corners of its mouth are torn apart, as if it can really swallow everything in the world. Sharp fangs are dripping with chilling venom. The venom glows with a strange light in the fog. That light is like the will-o'-the-wisp from hell, dark blue and erratic, swaying and flickering with every movement of it, adding even more horror. It locks onto Lin Yu's throat and bites fiercely. The speed is so fast that the surrounding air makes a sharp howling sound, as if the air is also wailing for this terrifying attack. The howling sound echoes in the ears, like a demon's curse, heralding the arrival of death. Lin Yu can even see the venom shaking on the fangs. The moment the venom drips seems to stretch time, and every second is full of the threat of death. The trajectory of the dripping venom is extremely clear in his eyes, as if it is the countdown to death.

Lin Yu's pupils suddenly shrink, and his eyes are full of vigilance and tension. At that moment, he seems to be able to hear the thunderous sound of his own heartbeat. His heart is pounding violently in his chest, as if it is about to break through his chest. He secretly thinks that something is wrong in his heart, and his body instinctively wants to dodge. But when he glances around, he finds that his retreat has been completely blocked by the attacks of other giant pythons. Those giant pythons cooperate tacitly, and their attacks are like a tight net, coming from all directions. Some giant pythons swing their tails like steel whips, breaking through the air and making a "whooshing" sound. Where the tails pass, the muddy water splashes, forming turbid water curtains, which are also mixed with the rotten leaves and unknown objects in the swamp; some giant pythons spit out green toxic fog, which spreads in the air and gives off a pungent smell. Where the toxic fog passes, the plants in the swamp quickly wither and turn black, losing their vitality instantly; and some giant pythons directly pounce and bite with their teeth bared. Their sharp fangs glisten with a cold light in the fog, as if declaring Lin Yu's fate to him.

In an emergency, he doesn't have time to think too much. Years of combat instinct drives him to hold the Taichu Divine Sword horizontally in front of him to block the attack. The giant python's sharp teeth bite hard on the sword body, making a dull and ear-piercing sound. That sound is like the sound of metal twisting under great force, with a hint of the crisp sound of bones being crushed, which is particularly terrifying in this eerily quiet swamp. The powerful biting force passes through the sword body, like a turbulent undercurrent, instantly making Lin Yu's arm go numb and his muscles cramp. He can even feel the slight "creaking" sound of the bones in his arm under this force, as if they will break at any moment. He involuntarily takes several steps back, and each step leaves a deep mud pit in the swamp. The muddy water splashes up and covers his legs. The icy cold muddy water mixed with the stench makes him frown, and an indescribable sense of disgust and fear surges in his heart. The light of the runes on the Taichu Divine Sword also dims a bit due to this terrifying impact force. The originally brilliant runes seem to be shrouded in a layer of haze, and the light flickers unsteadily, as if it will go out at any moment. This makes a trace of uneasiness well up in Lin Yu's heart. He knows that the state of the divine sword is related to the outcome of this battle, and the sluggish state of the divine sword at this moment undoubtedly makes his situation even more difficult. He looks at the divine sword and silently prays that it can regain its power and help him get through this crisis. His eyes are full of expectation and anxiety.

At the same time, Li Qiang's situation is also not optimistic, and even more critical. Several giant pythons are like well-trained killers, cooperating tacitly, and pouncing on him simultaneously in a tight encirclement. In an instant, there are the thick figures of the giant pythons everywhere. Their bodies are faintly visible in the fog, like countless huge black shadows surging, completely blocking his way of retreat and putting him in a desperate situation. A trace of tension flashes in Li Qiang's eyes. Facing such a desperate situation, anyone would feel afraid. At that moment, his heart rate suddenly speeds up, cold sweat breaks out on his forehead, and his back is soaked with sweat. His clothes stick tightly to his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable all over. But that trace of tension is quickly replaced by determination. He knows that retreating at this moment means only death. He quickly forms seals with his hands. The movements are smooth but also a bit hasty. Years of cultivation have made his seal-forming techniques extremely proficient, but now that the situation is critical, his fingers tremble slightly, which is a silent manifestation of his inner tension. He mutters something under his breath. The voice is low and powerful, as if he is having a conversation with the spiritual power between heaven and earth. Every syllable carries his desire for survival and his determination to fight. A chilling air spreads around him instantly. It is bone-chillingly cold, and the surrounding swamp water begins to freeze rapidly. The ice layer spreads out like a blooming ice flower centered on him, making a "cracking" sound as it freezes. That sound is particularly clear in this tense atmosphere, as if it is his battle song of perseverance in a desperate situation. Every "cracking" sound is like his resistance to fate.

At this critical moment, ice walls are quickly erected around him. They are crystal-clear, glistening with a cold light under the faint light, as solid as a rock, trying to block the crazy attacks of the giant pythons. But these giant pythons have thick skin and strong flesh. Relying on their own powerful strength, they use their thick bodies to crash into the ice walls crazily again and again. Every impact makes a dull and loud noise, which echoes in the swamp and makes people's eardrums ache, as if it is going to burst their eardrums. Every loud noise is like a heavy hammer striking Li Qiang's heart. The ice walls shake violently under the intense impact, and dense cracks appear on the surface. These cracks are like ferocious spider webs, spreading rapidly, and the ice walls are in danger of collapsing at any moment. Li Qiang stares closely at the ice walls, and fine beads of sweat seep out on his forehead. The sweat slides down his cheeks, and anxiety and worry are revealed in his eyes. He knows that once the ice walls are broken, he will be directly exposed to the fangs of the giant pythons and be torn to pieces in an instant, with unimaginable consequences. The shadow of death is now tightly shrouding him. Every second of waiting is like passing by the God of Death. His fate hangs in the balance, depending only on how long these ice walls can hold on. His gaze shifts back and forth between the ice walls and the giant pythons, and he keeps thinking of countermeasures in his heart. But in this tense situation, his thoughts also become a bit confused. The only thing that supports him is his unwavering belief. He keeps telling himself in his heart that he must survive and find a way to break the situation.