The two Golden-Thread Snakes tested each other several more times, neither gaining any advantage. But one seemed to have figured out the other's attack pattern. It lunged forward with its mouth open, while the other darted aside. Who would have thought that the first snake would twist its head and bite back at its opponent's body?
But the other snake bent its body sharply in midair and bit down on its opponent's seven-inch spot. The bitten snake writhed from side to side, but couldn't break free. After a long while, its body drooped, and the surviving snake swallowed it whole.
Yang Chenglin's expression grew even more tense as he watched. Before long, the Golden-Thread Snake's aura surged, though it seemed unstable. Black vapor poured from its mouth, growing thicker by the moment. A little later, the snake began rolling around, apparently in discomfort.
After another incense stick's time, the Golden-Thread Snake thrashed more and more violently inside the jade dish, and the black vapor pouring from its mouth grew ever denser. Yang Chenglin turned to Yan Chihuo and said, "Absorb some of this snake's poison, but don't take in too much."
Yan Chihuo cursed inwardly. After swallowing its opponent, this Golden-Thread Snake had clearly grown far more venomous. It was nothing like the poisonous insects that had merely fed. Even with the Poison Dissolving Art to protect him, he might not be able to withstand it.
Seeing that he hadn't stepped forward, Yang Chenglin urged him again. "Hurry up. If this Golden-Thread Snake dies, we won't be able to find another."
Yan Chihuo had no choice but to walk over. The Golden-Thread Snake was already agitated and uncomfortable. It opened its mouth and bit down on his index finger.
Yan Chihuo's finger went numb. A moment later, it had swollen