The colorful snakes squirmed, piling up in layers and chasing in their direction.
Xia Ling looked down at them and understood that they were chasing the smell of blood! As long as the two were still injured, and still dripping blood, this chase would not stop!
What to do?!
Suddenly, she said a blessing to her soul before biting down harshly on her fingers and swinging it into the distance.
She bit too harshly, and the blood spewed out like a broken thread of a necklace. The snakes immediately gathered around, and many of them left the high snake pile and chased after the direction of the blood. The snake pile became a lot lower, thus, even if the snakes at the top were to leap, they would not be able to touch the feet of the two no matter how high they flew.
Xia Ling's heart was overjoyed, and she swung out the beads of her blood one after another.
