Su Ming opened his eyes slowly on the ninth summit and fatigue could be seen in his eyes. The act of leaving a Brand in the insect’s soul in itself was already tiring for his divine senses. Even with the help of the spiritual aura provided by the stone coins, due to that burning human skin blood picture of Si Ma Xin’s, placing the Brand on the insect made Su Ming feel drained and tired.
Nonetheless, even though he was exhausted, there was still joy on his face. When he stretched out his right hand, there was a black little rod the size of a finger’s segment lying on his palm silently.
If he took a closer look, he would find that it was the strange rod shaped insect snake hybrid.
The snake had its head lowered. If Su Ming did not look carefully, it would be difficult for him to see that the creature’s eyes were also closed. There was an exhausted air coming from it that was similar to Su Ming’s own exhaustion, and along with it was also a strong sense of feebleness.
