The flesh and bones in the air swiftly congealed into shackles, securing the limbs of the black-clad cultivator below. Jiang Yan completed the final gestures for the spell, and the black-clad cultivator was already in a state of shock and despair. He watched as the black snake slithered around his neck and hissed,
"Since the elder knows that I am from Witch Mountain and is aware of many secrets, you should also know that even if I can't defeat you, I have many ways to ensure we both perish!"
The black-clad cultivator's expression was resolute as he stared at the slowly approaching ferocious black snake; however, unexpectedly, the snake hissed and let out a cold laugh, responding,
"Why don't you give it a try?"
The black-clad cultivator glared angrily, but soon, his expression changed drastically as he exclaimed in shock,
"This... 'Drinking of the People's Blood'! How is this possible?!... You!"
