As the ‘serpent’ retreated into the void, Jason imdiately felt an imnse pressure engulf him entirely.
Even his breathing beca laborious.
It was as though an ordinary man, laden with hundreds of kilograms of weight, was struggling to walk through a room suffused with dense smoke.
Practically immobile!
"Pressure from the void?”
Jason muttered internally.
The void and the ‘real world’ are fundantally different—that much Jason had anticipated.
He had also made plenty of conjectures about it.
The situation before him wasn’t the worst he had imagined.
In fact, it was one of the better scenarios Jason had hoped for.
At least, he wasn’t dead on the spot.
In the worst-case scenario Jason had envisioned, entering the void would an instant death—his body unable to withstand the void’s environnt, collapsing entirely.
Thankfully!
With a trace of relief in his heart, Jason swiftly grabbed the short-handled broad blade cleaver embedded in the ‘serpent’s’ body before him, along with the mask coiled around its hilt.
As his fingers touched the hilt and mask, Jason exhaled slightly in relief.
He had long grown accustod to the presence of these two items.
If he were to lose them… it would be deeply distressing for him.
Then, his gaze shifted forward.
[Satiety: 2103]
[Excitent of Feast: 115]
…
The ‘serpent’s’ other head, though not completely devoured, had still provided Jason with a considerable amount of satiety and Excitent of Feast.
Especially the Excitent of Feast, which had reached an unprecedented level of 115 points.
This brought Jason a sense of joy.
Of course, Jason hadn’t forgotten about the precarious situation he was in.
[Main Mission: Survive for 1 hour amidst the ‘serpent’s’ carnage; Remaining Ti: 00:12:12]
…
Glancing at the remaining ti, Jason didn’t hesitate to play his last ace.
Jason had many aces up his sleeve.
These included, but weren’t limited to: the Undying Talent, Chen Xi Sword, and more.
However, Jason’s ultimate ace had always been just one.
Stealth!
The transcendence-level stealth granted by the core secret technique of [Dragon.Battle Pattern.Pluse.Griffin.Shadow-Fusion Body Forging Technique].
Having relied on transcendence-level stealth nurous tis in the past, Jason was well aware of its imnse power.
He believed that, even against the ‘serpent,’ it would still prove useful.
Especially now, inside the ‘serpent’s’ body, where he was isolated from its true gaze.
With this ace in hand, Jason had dared to face the ‘serpent’ alone.
Otherwise, even if he had lost the short blade and mask, Jason wouldn’t have taken any reckless actions.
As expected, just like Jason had anticipated.
Transcendence-level stealth truly worked.
As Jason stood there motionless, simultaneously adjusting to the void while silently waiting, a surge of potent will began sweeping back and forth.
One second, ten seconds, thirty seconds.
The potent will continuously scanned, sweeping hundreds of tis in re breaths.
Jason didn’t move.
He stood there quietly.
Patiently waiting for the right mont.
…
"Where’s that ant?”
"Why has it vanished?”
"Could it have returned to the real world?”
The ‘serpent,’ now left with only three heads, spoke in puzzled voices.
They had fled the ‘real world,’ quickly distancing themselves from it, and began relentlessly searching for the ant within their body—but to no avail.
The entity had simply vanished.
It was as though it had never appeared at all.
Even the signs of being gnawed upon within their body had vanished.
Could it truly have left?
The three remaining heads were bewildered.
However, this didn’t stop them from simultaneously searching and conversing with each other.
"I think one of us should beco the boss.”
One of the snake heads suggested.
"Indeed, just like before.”
Another snake head nodded in agreent.
"I think I’d be a good candidate to beco the new boss.”
The third snake head declared.
These words elicited disdainful laughter from the first two snake heads, their forked tongues flicking scornfully.
How could they ever acknowledge the other’s self-proclaid position as the boss?
Each of them was intent on becoming the true boss themselves.
After all, this was a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
The original boss was already dead.
By the ti it resurrected from the chaos, who could say how many years or decades that would take?
And even then, its power would be far weaker than theirs.
If not for the fact that they had been born as a single entity, they wouldn’t have even considered giving the resurrected boss a chance—they’d eliminate it in its infancy.
The resurrected entity would wisely acknowledge the reality.
Until circumstances shifted again.
But that was a matter for the future.
For now?
First, they needed to deal with the other two.
Each of the three snake heads thought this to themselves.
"Our power is nearly equal, but I’m the sharpest—I think I’m the most suitable to beco the boss.”
The first snake head tried to persuade the others.
"Sharp? Is that so?”
"You sure about that?”
"Not only is our power evenly matched, but we’re indistinguishable in every other aspect too.”
The second snake head contested.
"No!”
"We’re not the sa!”
"I’m better-looking!”
The last snake head stated bluntly.
This proclamation earned it yet another round of contempt from the other two snake heads.
Better-looking?
Even from the viewpoint of snakes, this one was ugly—an appearance entirely devoid of any redeeming qualities.
Of course, they themselves were equally hideous.
As for those ants’ perspective?
Their appearance was downright terrifying.
There wasn’t the slightest connection to anything remotely resembling beauty.
Yet, the last snake head paid no mind to this, lifting its head high and shalessly declaring, “Look at ! Aren’t my eyes bigger than yours? Aren’t my scales denser? As for radiance—don’t even talk about it! They’re practically glowing! So, I’m obviously better-looking, and I should naturally be the boss!”
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