The Eight-winged Golden Scale Python's words confused Ye Tian. "Ye Lin, why do I have to wait another ten days if I miss this chance? Ten days is too long. Something could go wrong at any moment—I can't afford to wait!"
"Boss, why worry yourself over nothing?" the Eight-winged Golden Scale Python said. "Right now, you just need to get my blood into a bottle for Ye Hu to drink! What's there to be concerned about?"
Hearing this, Ye Tian felt utterly helpless. 'This guy's defense is terrifyingly strong. I can't even break through it with eighty percent of my strength, and even at full power, I'm not sure I could succeed.'
"Alright, then! I'll do my best to break through with all my strength!" Ye Tian said helplessly. 'It's actually kind of funny when I think about it,' he thought. 'The Eight-winged Golden Scale Python isn't afraid of being hurt by me, so what do I have to be afraid of?'
