The serpent spirit was hammered into mist.
Little White did it.
By the time Jin Xu's golden spiritual power located their traces, Little White had already frozen the woman solid.
With a delicate little fist, she smashed heavily on the scale-covered head of the opponent. The serpent spirit directly turned into a mist.
With the battle resolved, Little White retreated to Jin Xu's side.
"Temple master, that serpent spirit is strange, seems like it didn't die."
"Didn't die?"
"Right, although I dispersed her, I could feel that she didn't have the fear of facing death. It was more like surprise, wondering why the blue smoke didn't affect me."
Hearing this, Jin Xu was curious not only about why the smoke had no effect on Little White but also whether those two he exploded earlier had really died.
"So you're saying the blue smoke didn't affect you either?"
