The instant Yang Yan's words fell, the array roared to life.
The Snow Spirit Python seemed to sense something, anxiously twisting its body, trying to escape.
Unfortunately, no matter how it struggled, it was futile.
Its body seemed tightly restrained by a strange suction, unable to escape.
Roar—
With an unwilling roar, its body was enveloped by a golden light, then quickly slumped, finally falling to the ground with a plop, its eyes dim, barely alive.
Yet even so, he dared not be distracted.
The reason he left the Snow Spirit Python its last breath was that it was full of treasures, and after such effort to subdue it, he certainly couldn't let it go easily.
First, he used Nascent Void to forcibly strip away its Primordial Spirit and store it, then Yang Yan took a pill and used the recovery time to skin and extract everything useful from the already dead Snow Spirit Python.
After processing the massive creature, Yang Yan returned triumphantly to the grand hall.
