As soon as he thought of the Green Snake burrowing into and out of his own ear canal, Zheng Qing couldn't help but recall the cartoons and movies he watched as a child, and the scene where the hairy-faced, thunder-mouthed monk loudly pulled a needle from his ear:
"Hey! Take a blow from your Grandfather!"
He couldn't help but squint his eyes with a grin and pinched out the third spell.
The Green Snake raised its head and flicked its tongue, opened its mouth wide, and took a deep breath, visibly bulging its narrow neck. A thought flashed through Zheng Qing's mind, and a foreboding feeling surged in his heart.
Before the thought could settle, a flash of bright red appeared in the snake's mouth, initially as tiny as a grain of rice, then swelling to the size of an egg in an instant, rolling with destruction and deathly silence.
Just like the aura surging on that thin red pillar on the Black Prison battlefield.
