The Nine-headed Snake's tail had already lashed toward a Xiantian Master, but it had no choice but to stop.
Although Zu Liming's mind was not functioning too well right now and had been affected by the snakes, that did not mean he had lost his sanity and turned into a mad, cold-blooded snake. It was only that the snakes' way of thinking had influenced his own thoughts, making him seem somewhat reckless and unconcerned with consequences.
His mind might have been somewhat sluggish, but his instincts remained. When danger appeared, his instinctive awareness naturally reacted. His head gradually cleared, and his thoughts became sharper as well.
Under that immense pressure, he naturally stopped being influenced by the snakes' thoughts and gradually recovered. Life was the most important thing at any time. Once threatened, one would certainly become extremely clear-headed and immediately make the optimal choice.
Eighteen vertical pupils narrowed slightly as they stared at the old man who had appeared in the field in an instant.
Could this person be the Hu family's elder with the highest combat strength? Still, these people from the Hu family were quite interesting. That signal flare that shot into the sky had already been fired twice, and each time it brought another group of people. It really was like beating the young and bringing out the old.
The people who came each time were gradually becoming stronger as well.
Those seven Gourd Babies just now—no, those seven Xiantian Masters—had included three who were difficult to deal with. It was not because they were especially powerful, but because they were too nimble to hit. He had spent a great deal of time without managing to strike them.
And now an even more formidable one had arrived. Damn it, the Hu family felt like a treasure