Chapter 296
His stomach growled silently as he looked at the demonic beast of terror.
An ordinary sane person could never feel an appetite looking at the dead body of a giant monstrous creature—however, Oliver was almost drooling at the sight of it.
Not with hunger, but with anticipation. Something primal stirred inside him.
Of course, it was not because he was going to eat its flesh, but rather something inside the serpent.
He climbed on its body and started walking toward its head. The serpent was giant and long; he walked in a brisk manner, slowly reaching its top.
Each step bounced faint echoes across the cavern, his boots pressing down on dead, rubbery flesh.
Tap Tap Tap
Only the sound of his footsteps and occasional breaths could be heard in the silent cave.
He reached the place just below the serpent's head and looked down at the scaly and thick skin.
"It's around here… what a strong smell," he whispered as he keenly scanned the area.
