The SSSSSSSS-level Mad Dragon is released from prison!

The humid, hot air of the primeval jungle, mixed with the smell of rotting leaves, clung to my face.

Xiao Ruoye's breathing became heavy, and her shoulders, which were carrying Jiang Chen, sank down, each step sinking into the mud that was above her ankles.

Jiang Chen's body felt like a cold, heavy stone.

"Sister Ruoye, you take a break, I'll carry you."

Junyao's face was covered in mud, and she stretched out her thin arms, wanting to share the burden.

Xiao Ruoye shook her head and parted a thorny vine.

The thorns on the vines scratched the back of her hand, drawing blood.

"Hold Suxin steady."

Shen Suxin leaned against Jun Yao, her lips pale and her steps unsteady.

She had burned through ten years of her lifespan and exhausted her vital essence, and her body had reached its limit.

She looked at the plants around her that emitted poisonous miasma, her eyes filled with exhaustion.

She recognized every kind of poisonous herb here, but she lacked the strength to pick them, let alone refine them.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a precipice appeared ahead.

A bottomless canyon blocked the way.

The trees on the opposite bank were partially obscured by the swirling mist.

Xiao Ruoye stopped in her tracks, her chest heaving violently.

She carefully placed Jiang Chen on a relatively clean rock.

"We can't get through this."

She looked at the canyon, which was at least a hundred meters wide, her voice hoarse.

Shen Suxin sat down against the rock wall, panting.

"If we take the detour, it will take at least two more days."

Two days.

They can't afford to wait.

Jiang Chen couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Xiao Ruoye gritted her teeth and gripped the broken knife tightly in her hand.

The golden aura of Geng metal flowed along the blade, yet it was dim and unstable.

She carved through mountains and split rocks, and her internal strength was already reduced to less than one-tenth.

"I'll give it a try."

She raised her broken sword and, with all her might, slashed at a giant vine hanging from the cliff.

"clang!"

The blade struck the giant vine, producing a metallic clang.

The giant vine swayed slightly, leaving a faint white mark on its surface.

Xiao Ruoye felt a numbness in her hand, and the broken knife almost slipped from her grasp.

Looking at the giant, iron-like vines, a sense of helplessness appeared in her eyes for the first time.

Junyao stood to the side, looking at the despair on her two older sisters' faces, and then at Jiang Chen, who was lying on the ground, barely breathing.

Her clenched fist loosened.

She walked to the edge of the cliff, and everyone thought she was going to look into the abyss.

She looked up at the towering tree canopy.

She opened her small mouth, but no sound came out of her throat.

An invisible wave, carrying a strange frequency, emanated from her body.

That wasn't a sound; it was more like a command, a call from the deepest part of one's bloodline.

The jungle suddenly fell silent.

The sounds of wind, insects, and birds all vanished in that instant.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin sensed something was wrong and looked around warily.

next second.

The ground began to shake slightly.

"Shh...shh..."

A dense, chilling friction sound came from all directions.

In the distant woods, countless dark shadows surged like a tidal wave bursting its banks.

"What is that?!"

Xiao Ruoye shielded Shen Suxin and Jun Yao behind her, holding the broken sword across her chest.

Soon, they saw it clearly.

It's a snake.

Thousands upon thousands of snakes.

Colorful venomous snakes and enormous pythons converged into a nauseating torrent, surging out of the forest.

But they didn't attack.

They stopped ten meters away from the three of them, raised their heads high, and flicked their tongues.

That posture didn't seem like a demonstration, but more like... a pilgrimage.

All the snakes' eyes were fixed on that small figure.

Junyao.

Junyao ignored the snakes.

She looked up at the sky above her head.

A few leaves drifted down.

Immediately afterwards, four enormous black shadows descended from the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Four heavy thuds echoed as the ground trembled.

Those were four black giant apes, each over three meters tall.

They have bulging muscles and exposed fangs, but their eyes are as docile as those of domesticated gorillas.

The giant ape walked to Jiang Chen's side and carefully lifted him up with its thick arms.

They then gathered the toughest vines from the surrounding area and tore off the widest banana leaves, quickly weaving them into a simple sedan chair, where they placed Jiang Chen securely.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin were speechless.

This is not over yet.

Several enormous creatures slowly emerged from the swarm of snakes.

Those were several giant golden pythons, each nearly a hundred meters long and as thick as a water bucket.

Their bodies were covered with palm-sized golden scales that shimmered in the dim forest.

One of the giant pythons swam to the edge of the cliff and gently lowered its massive head to Junyao's feet.

Junyao was not afraid at all.

She reached out her small hand and touched the python's cool scales, then nimbly sat down on it.

The giant python raised its head and lifted her high up.

The other giant pythons extended their massive bodies over the cliff.

They intertwine and entwine, forcibly constructing a wide and sturdy bridge of flesh and blood above the bottomless canyon.

"Let's go, Sister Ruoye, Sister Suxin."

Junyao sat atop the python's head, looking back at them, her purple-gold eyes gleaming with an unprecedented brilliance.

Xiao Ruoye and Shen Suxin exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

This is the Spirit Gu Body.

Lord of all poisons.

This perilous primeval jungle turned out to be her home turf.

The two women, supporting each other, stepped onto the bridge formed by the body of a giant python.

The bridge is sturdy, and you can't even feel the slightest sway.

Four giant apes carried Jiang Chen's sedan chair closely behind, running on the python's back as if walking on flat ground.

Suddenly, a dense swarm of bees appeared in the sky.

They hovered like a dark cloud above the ranks, acting as the most vigilant sentinels.

In the distance, a few agile figures occasionally flashed through the forest—leopards and black bears.

These jungle overlords watched this strange group from afar, their eyes filled with awe, not greed.

Several monkeys even dropped a few bright red wild fruits from the tree, which landed at their feet.

This forbidden land, fraught with danger, became Jiang Chen's last refuge.

Shen Suxin looked at the small yet incredibly powerful figure sitting on the python's head and murmured to herself.

"I finally understand why Master said that the Spirit Gu Body... is the power of gods and demons."

The marching speed increased by more than a hundred times.

A giant python clears the way, builds bridges over rivers, and opens roads through mountains.

Giant apes carried the sedan chair, traversing mountains and valleys, as steady as Mount Tai.

A day later, they had ventured deep into the heart of the jungle.

The surrounding trees grew taller and taller, and a strange fragrance began to fill the air.

Shen Suxin felt much better, and she recognized that they were several kinds of ancient medicinal herbs that had only been recorded in ancient books.

Just as she was about to have the group stop and pick some herbs.

"Waaah—"

A sharp, desolate horn call suddenly rang out from the depths of the dense forest ahead.

The giant python at the very front of the group suddenly stopped, its huge head raised high, emitting an uneasy hiss.

The four giant apes carrying the sedan chair also stopped, letting out threatening growls.

In the surrounding woods, the normally docile wild animals seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, retreating in panic.

Junyao stood atop the python's head, her brows furrowed.

Her purple-gold eyes gazed in the direction from which the bugle call came.

In the shade of the tree canopy.

One after another, figures painted with oil paint, gripping vines, swung silently over like monkeys.

In their hands, they held blowguns coated with green poison.

Their gazes were cold and devoid of any emotion, fixed intently on the sedan chair being carried in the center of the procession.