And with a lunge, the giant python's fangs sank into a gap in the fishing net, while the hunter beneath quivered with fear, unwittingly letting a trickle of fresh blood escape the corner of his mouth.
The python's strike had broken several of his ribs; it appeared that he would be bedridden for a good year and a half. Wu Mo and Su Ding strained at the net with all their might.
But ultimately, the net was a mere mortal creation, and as the python struggled, they felt the net tighten in their grip, and they simultaneously flung it aside.
The python was hurled away, and Wu Mo swiftly notched his bow and loosed an arrow—the perfect opportunity presented itself.
The bowstring pressed against Wu Mo's nose.
Wu Mo closed his left eye, his right eye fixed intently on the python.
The python thrashed wildly on the ground, desperately trying to free itself from its bonds.
But at a certain moment, Wu Mo suddenly spotted a vulnerability.
