Qi Hao’s cold mockery-filled voice echoed in the valley, sounding as if victory was already his. 

Zhou Yuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Qi Hao’s seemingly blind confidence made the former feel a trace of danger. The latter should also understand that the strengths of both parties were currently equal.

Zhou Yuan slowly said, “I’m afraid that your group cannot take down the giant battle puppet python alone.”

Qi Hao laughed, a strange smile on his lips as he replied, “I feel that you are the ones who should worry about this problem.”

Su Youwei, Wei Qingqing and the rest exchanged a look, confusion in their eyes. Was Qi Hao so certain that the giant battle puppet python would not attack his party?

Qi Hao merely smiled when he saw their expressions. With a grasp of his hand, a black flute appeared within it.

The flute gave off a faint glow and one could barely make out runes flowing on its surface. It was an exceptionally mysterious...