Like other magical beasts, the Nine Netherworld Nether Python Clan drew its strength from its bloodline. If too much blood was lost, they would become extremely weak. If the loss was severe enough to damage their foundation, then even if they recovered later, their strength would be correspondingly diminished.
Gu He had made Yao Xiaotian lose nearly half the blood in his body, on top of injuring him. It could be said that he was now at the weakest point of his life, making this the perfect time for Qing Lin to control him.
Everyone in the great hall aside from Gu He's group had collapsed unconscious on the ground. Gu He beckoned Qing Lin over, pointed at Yao Xiaotian, and said, "Qing Lin, try and see if you can control him now."
Qing Lin nodded. With a solemn expression on her little face, she stepped forward and looked at the unconscious Yao Xiaotian.
Even unconscious and heavily injured, Yao Xiaotian's aura was still far beyond that of an ordinary Half-Saint. The unconscious pressure he exuded alone made Qing Lin feel as though a stone was weighing on her heart.
At that moment, she even began to doubt herself.
Could she control the man before her? He was, after all, a true Dou Saint, far stronger than a Half-Saint. Moreover, he was the clan chief of one of the three great magical beast races, holding immense status and authority. His will was surely exceptionally firm.
Gu He saw Qing Lin's hesitation. He patted her shoulder, smiled encouragingly at her, and said softly, "Don't worry. I'm here."
Seeing Gu He, Qing Lin came back to herself.
That was right. Though the man before her was powerful, he had still been knocked unconscious and made to bleed by a single palm strike