Another poisoned needle shot straight toward the Hydra, and in the blink of an eye, it was already in front of it. The speed was so blistering that the Hydra couldn't possibly dodge in time.
At that very moment, there was a crisp "ding" sound. The poisoned needle heading for the Hydra was sliced cleanly down the middle, splitting into two halves and falling to the ground.
Duke Clement's finger, which had been guiding the poisoned needle, froze mid-air.
Jones landed between the Hydra and Duke Clement—more precisely, in front of the Hydra.
In an instant, it felt as though the entire world had fallen silent. Everyone stared dazedly at Jones.
"Little bat…" The previously frenzied Hydra suddenly stopped moving. Tears welled up in its eyes and then began to stream down its face, as it burst into outright sobbing.
Do snakes cry? Well, the Hydra could.
