Fang Rong was taken aback. "You realized it so quickly."

Countless dark shadows surged over. Fang Rong glanced around and saw snakes everywhere, flowing like water, completely blocking the surrounding area.

Fang Hua bent down and pressed the ground, his body slowly transforming into a giant beast with glossy silver fur, indicating that it had been well cared for.

"Come up."

Fang Rong took a step forward, straddled it, and grabbed the fur on its neck with both hands. The giant beast spread its wings and flew away with a whoosh at the last moment.

One by one, the snakes collided with each other and fell from mid-air.

A giant serpent slowly crawled over, coiled itself around a hundred-meter-tall tree, slithered quickly, leaped up its upper body, and bit down.

A stench wafted over, and Fang Rong raised his arm to put on the mecha smoothly, first covering his shoulders and then his whole body. The laser cannon on the mecha exploded with a bang.

Fang Hua tucked his limbs in and escaped from that enormous mouth.

The giant snake shrank back into human form. The little snake king stood on a tree branch, looking at them expressionlessly, exuding a sinister aura.

Fang Rong patted Fang Hua's fur and, with difficulty, began in mid-air, "What did you say he was?"

He wanted to ask what position he held, but Fang Hua answered him with his supernatural abilities.

"Mental power can possess other people."

"That's amazing?" I've never even heard of such a superpower before, but the world is full of wonders.

I've never heard of Xu Hongrui's special abilities before. There are many others, like his, or that Bashe's.

No wonder that snake looked older than its age; it wasn't him anymore.

However, Baza said that he became a different person from the moment he died, but Fang Rong felt that he was the same person from the beginning, and that the little snake king probably died when the light bullet was activated.

Then the people from that military region took advantage of the situation, but if that were the case, they should have taken the interdimensional trading device long ago. Why would they wait for Fang Rong to pick it up?

He must have some unspeakable secret? Or perhaps the little snake king didn't die at first and was fighting him for control of the body, and only after the little snake king died did he emerge.

It's pretty much a done deal.

Fang Hua flew to a safe cliff and told Fang Rong to come down. Fang Rong sat down and began to think.

They just left like that. What happened to the bazaar?

Will I die?

If he dies, the tribe will have no shaman, and without a shaman, it will be difficult for them to move forward.

But we can't go back now; going back would definitely cause trouble for the leopard clan.

Although there are quite a few leopard people, the venom of the Bashe is hard to guard against and may be lurking somewhere.

Fang Rong didn't go back, but he still sent the bird back with the message. He wanted to infiltrate the snake clan to see how Baza was doing.

If there's a chance, we should rescue him.

"Fang Hua, what do you think of Bazaar?" He definitely can't do it alone; two people working together will make the work less tiring.

“No.” Fang Hua refused without hesitation.

"What's there to be afraid of? There are leopards around." The message he sent with the bird quickly received a response; the note told them to wait.

Fang Rong couldn't wait any longer; if she waited any longer, the bazaar would be dead.

As the sun sets and swallows fly by, all things gradually fall asleep.

In a damp cave, Bazaar cautiously stared at the little snake king.

"I've only cured half of the poison for you. If you want to be fully cured, you must listen to me."

The little snake king stared at him expressionlessly, neither speaking nor making a sound.

Like a statue, completely still.

Baza swallowed hard, feeling a little nervous. "Let me tell you, what's left is the most crucial part, otherwise it will leave a lasting problem. Like weeds that can't be eradicated, they'll grow back in the spring." This was a newly learned poetic phrase that he thought was quite good, so he memorized it and recited it fluently.

The little snake king remained expressionless, its small size making it very noticeable.

"What do you want to do?" Baza took a step back, almost plopping down on the throne.

The little snake king stirred slightly, glanced indifferently at Baza, pushed himself away, and lay down on the throne, his eyes languid and his attitude as if watching a joke, unmoved.