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In the past month, he had captured and studied dozens of snakes. The snakes outside coldly gazed at him, as if he were a deadly enemy. Their hissing and the flow of their venom never ceased. The Level 8 Qi Condensation snakes occasionally attacked his spells, looking for a weakness in hopes of wearing down Yan Xiaobao.
"No. Not this. It's still not good enough!" So far, two months had passed, and he began researching a pill to shut the poisonous snakes' mouths. He had failed over a hundred times, without a single success.
Creating a medicine formula wasn't an easy task, he was acutely aware of that now. But he did not give up. In fact, he delved even deeper into the madness of his experiments. Another two months passed, he experienced hundreds of failures, but succeeded once. When that happened, he looked discontentedly at the Black Spirit Medicine in his hand.
"Why only one pill...
