Opening its mouth, revealing two rows of inward-hooked fine teeth, it lunged at Jeming's face.
But Jeming's hand was faster.
His five fingers traced an arc through the air, precisely grasping the snake's neck.
The slippery sensation came through his fingers, the snake's body writhed violently, scales scraping against his skin with an ear-piercing sound, yet those scales couldn't even break the first layer of his epidermis.
Spiritual power gathered as suppressing runes lit up, sticking to the snake's head.
The runes shone with golden light, the technique spread from the disc, like an invisible net wrapping the entire snake.
The snake's struggle became powerless in an instant, its body began to shrink, collapse, and was finally compressed into a dark green pearl the size of a thumb, embedded in the center groove of the runes.
The tall man let out a dull groan as the strange creature was sealed, his eyes rolled back, his body collapsed like it was siphoned empty.
