Ming Zhiyan carefully observed the scales on the big python's head. Each scale was only the size of a palm. It was impossible to make it into a hidden armor, but it was very good to make it into a heart armor.
To prevent the python from regaining consciousness, he flipped his hand and slashed the sword in his hand three inches into the python's body.
Instantly, the tongue was separated from the python's body by more than half. The python let out a final twitch. It was dead.
"Use clothes to wrap your hands before pulling them out," Ming Zhiyan instructed.
Any creature that could survive in such a place would be highly toxic. This strange python was obviously poisonous, and its scales were no exception. If it was accidentally cut, even the gods would not be able to save it.
"Yes, sir!" Deputy General Zhong replied happily.
