The First Cultivator - Changing Existence - Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Little Venomous Snake – 722 Chapter 722: Little Venomous Snake – 722 Just as Skymender dodged to the side, a large snake shot up from below where he had stood.

This was a snake that Skymender knew of, the titanoboa.

An ordinary human would not be able to survive encountering such a monster.

The Serpent Master was surprised, yet never stopped playing his flute.

Numerous snakes burst out from the ground below, forcing Skymender to repeatedly dodge.

What was most annoying was that he could barely sense these snakes.

They seemed to be in such a dormant state that their vibrations were nearly unnoticeable.

Skymender realized that this battlefield had been set up with traps long ago, the traps being countless snakes slumbering underground.

As Skymender continued to dodge and occasionally kill snakes, the Serpent Master began to play his flute even faster, though it still could not be heard by human ears.

Multiple snakes began to attack him at the same time.

Some were small, while some were large.

Some were venomous, and some were not.  Skymender never stopped swinging his sword, felling countless humans and snakes.

Despite everything, he was only suffering minimal injuries and was still closing in on the Serpent Master.

He threw poisons everywhere, which stopped the humans, but did nothing to the snakes.

They were naturally resistant to most poisons.

Despite his incredible display of power, after a few minutes, Skymender felt a small snake bite into his leg.

He quickly decapitated it, but this snake had been venomous.

Skymender could feel the venom traveling through his blood stream.  However, he ignored it.

It was extremely unlikely to affect him due to his resistance, and even if it did, he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.

If he wanted to leave the battlefield in search of an antidote, he’d have to go through the sea of soldiers.

He did not have enough poisons to cover the entire battlefield, or even cover the battlefield from one end to the other, which meant he had to save them for dangerous situations.

Skymender ignored the venom and continued to slaughter his way through the army.

Although snakes continued to attack him, he managed to defend against all of them as he approached the Serpent Master.  Despite Skymender getting closer and closer, he had never once shown any sort of fear Skymender suddenly threw a poison in the air, towards the Serpent Master.

The Serpent Master blew into his flute.

At the same time, a snake shot up from the ground as the poison was about to smash onto the ground.  It caught the poison, swallowing it and preventing it from breaking.

Skymender did not stop, he threw three more poisons in the air, these looking different than the ones from before.  As three snakes tried to swallow them, the poisons burst.  The three snakes wailed in agony as they were quickly corroded from the inside out.

Skymender took this opportunity to close in on the Serpent Master, whose eyes narrowed.

Suddenly, an even larger rumbling sound than before filled the area.  Skymender was just a few feet away from the Serpent Master, but was forced to retreat as shock filled his face.

A giant snake burst from the ground around the Serpent Master, instantly swallowing him whole.

This snake was far bigger than a titanoboa and looked like a snake of legend.

It was as big as a carriage.

What Skymender noticed through vibration, however, indicated that the snake had no teeth and was not venomous.

Despite that, its sheer weight was enough to crush him.

The large snake slithered through the battlefield, eventually reaching the Emperor’s side.

It opened its mouth, and the Serpent Master stepped out.

The Emperor looked at him, and the Serpent Master shook his head.

“I was unable to kill him.

Now that I understand how he works, it will be difficult for him to survive our next encounter.” The Emperor nodded before once again focusing on the battlefield.

Skymender began to retreat back across enemy lines.

Although he had already killed more than four hundred people, his energy was starting to wane and injuries were starting to build up.

A trail of blood followed him as he retreated, a combination of his and his enemies.

He finally made his way onto the most chaotic battlefield, where it was most convenient to move around.

Every now and then, he heard booms or saw blurs, showing that both of the Empire’s strongest Sword Masters were still fine.  Skymender soon made his way back to the Emperor’s side, where he began to heal.

“How was it?” The Emperor asked.

He had been unable to see Skymender for the majority of his attack.

“It was alright.” Skymender said.

“I killed hundreds and fought that Serpent Master.

I even made a Sword Master retreat.” The Emperor nodded with surprise visible on his face.  “Not many have ever fought against the Serpent Master and lived.

Fighting against a Sword Master and the Serpent Master in the same day and surviving is even more impressive.” Skymender agreed.

Had it been almost anyone else, they would have died today.

The biggest threat had actually been that little snake that had bit him, injecting venom into his leg.

Even he could feel a bit of heat coming from it, which showed just how powerful it was.

Had it been anyone else bitten, they would have died rather quickly.

Skymender observed what he could of the battlefield while healing.

Occasionally, he suggested some sort of movement, which the Emperor almost always agreed to.  Both Empire’s seemed at a standstill, but this was only the first day of fighting.

As the sun fell and began to cast an orange glow on the sky, both the Emperor’s shouted.

“Retreat!” The fighting slowly began to stop.

Some people still died, but the majority of soldiers didn’t swing their weapons after the Emperor’s spoke.

None of them were uninformed, and understood that a temporary cease fire had been called due to the time of day.  This was usually how war worked.

If there was an intense advantage on one side, they might continue without stopping, but in long, even battles like this, the common practice was to stop the fight as the sun fell.