Having finally obtained the medicinal herbs that Gu Qingxue wanted, Rong Zhan put them into the brocade box, held his long sword, and retreated rapidly.
"Serve the wine!" Rong Zhan gave the order, and the secret guards opened the wine bags at the same time.
On the other side, the mandala snakes that had lost their snake king seemed to have gone mad. They crawled out of the yellow sand in groups, opening their bloody mouths that hid their poisonous fangs. There were snakes stacked on top of each other like a huge wave of poisonous snakes, they pounced on Rong Zhan.
There were hundreds of poisonous snakes. Once their venom touched Rong Zhan, it would be enough to devour him!
However, Rong Zhan did not panic at all. He only took out a lighter and lit it up.
Crash!
The secret guards attacked at the same time. They threw the sulfur wine, which had an extremely high alcohol concentration, at the group of poisonous snakes.
