A small, emerald green snake lurked amidst dense foliage, its form concealed by the verdant leaves, offering perfect protection from detection.

It coiled itself tightly around a branch as thick as an arm, occasionally raising its head and spitting out its crimson tongue, searching for information about its prey.

It was a natural hunter; hunting was its nature.

But the human before it was clearly not its prey.

To it, Zhang Yuan was merely an intruder invading its territory.

Compared to its tiny frame, the intruder was enormous.