"Master, rest assured. I have calculated everything. When the time comes, by deploying the twelve Giant Python Corpse Slaves, I can get you out."
In the past, Long Ao would have certainly been reluctant to sacrifice twelve Giant Python Corpse Slaves. After all, they were equivalent to twelve Earth Emperor Martial Artists—and the undying kind at that.
Long Ao didn't hesitate in the slightest. Since An Feng refused to give up, he had no choice but to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Following Long Fu's instructions, Long Ao first found the summit of a mountain peak. He took out the one hundred Beast Pills he had obtained earlier and then began to draw patterns on the ground.
After he finished drawing, Long Ao placed the one hundred Beast Pills in sequence and then summoned the twelve Giant Python Corpse Slaves.
"What are you doing?"
Standing not far away, Long Jing watched Long Ao busying himself, feeling very puzzled. In the end, she couldn't resist her curiosity and asked.
