Translator: Pika

  “Ah Zu, is there anything we can do?” Pei Mianman was no longer her confident and bold self. Her face was deathly pale.

  As a cultivator, she wasn’t really afraid of death.

  However there were many ways to die! If she was killed by someone else, then that was that. However, being slowly chewed to death, little by little, by an endless sea of snakes was just too horrifying to even imagine.

  She finally understood why those skeletons didn’t have any ..