At this critical moment, a pale hand reached out and grabbed the head, lifting it up.
Yin Meng raised her eyes and looked at the young man standing in front of her.
Li Zhiyuan looked down at her, "Next time, only use the life-swapping move when absolutely necessary."
"Hiss! Hiss!"
A black snake with torn skin and a burnt stench rapidly darted out from the head held by the young man, lunging straight at his face.
Li Zhiyuan didn't even glance at it, he just snapped his fingers with his left hand.
"Snap!"
The black snake's body froze instantly.
Li Zhiyuan continued looking at Yin Meng and said, "If I hadn't neutralized what it tried to spit out earlier and burned up most of the little snakes inside it, when you got close just now, any random snake coming out could have bitten you and poisoned you."
As he spoke, the young man reached out to grasp the stiff snake body, and vaguely, a distortion folded there, as if invisible flames had ignited in his palm.
