The Emperor Python King received the signal, coiled up Xu Jinghong, and started climbing toward the flower stem. Its snake body slithered up along the stem, and upon encountering the scalding stem juice, it let out a wretched scream, "Ah ah ah ah—it's scorched my skin—!"
Qian Qi poked his head out sneakily, "Great King, I meant for you to throw me up here!"
"You didn't say so earlier!" The Emperor Python King roared angrily. Didn't it just get scorched for nothing?!
"Hold on, everyone! The hit stop time is only 10 seconds for a single strike!" Qian Qi shouted, then turned around and shook the Fire Silk Grass's demon core again.
"Damn it, the analysis didn't say whether consecutive hits add up to the 10 seconds or not." Qian Qi muttered softly, shaking the Fire Silk Grass's demon core once more.
