It was Su Qi!
He suddenly charged into the swarm of snakes, holding a dagger in each hand, reversed.
Hidden Snakes shot up one after another, bouncing and striking continuously.
Su Qi seemed to float in the wind, two cold glows weaving around his body, darting back and forth abruptly.
His posture was unexpectedly graceful and agile, as though he was dancing to music!
Countless snake heads plummeted like raindrops.
This was a dance of snake slaughter, a song of killing.
Jiang Wang made a decisive call, "Qing Qishu, penetrate deeper into the snake swarm to share the pressure; I'll switch to reserve."
Su Qi's sudden eruption of combat power was unexpected, but it wasn't entirely a good thing. Breaking the rhythm in a unified command was never something to be commended.
Moreover, it was clear that Su Qi hadn't considered anything else; all he wanted was to vent.
Jiang Wang was in fact dissatisfied.
