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"Splat," half a snake's head hit Taotie's skull with deadly precision, causing Taotie to roll his eyes back and collapse stiffly to the ground, the half snake's head trapping him inside.
The half blood-drenched snake's head was like a burial mound, and Taotie was the steamed bun filling inside the mound.
Long after the blood mist in the air had dissipated,
Fang Xiaocao emerged from behind the stalactite, rushing frantically over the scattered flesh and blood on the ground, searching for her three subordinates.
"Tom—"
"Hummingbird—"
"Taotie—"
Fang Xiaocao kept calling out the names of the three.
In the mushy mess of the Giant Serpent's blood and flesh, she searched for traces of Tom and the others.
Fang Xiaocao had to find Tom and the others; she needed to see them alive or confirm their death. The lives of the three were tied to her own survival; without their protection, she couldn't possibly make it out of the cave, let alone down the mountain.