The snake swarm kept flowing in from the outside, and it was unclear just how many there were. Ye Qing stood there watching as the snakes orderly avoided him, not a single one coming close. It seemed they understood the relationship between Ye Qing and Fat Jiao, and thus held great respect for him.
Watching the endless stream of snakes, Ye Qing was astonished not only by their disciplined nature but also by their sheer numbers. He had been watching for over two hours now, and the snakes continued to pour in. How many were there exactly? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands?
Thinking back to when he saw the snake swarm attacking from the mountain top, they surged like a tide, and Ye Qing was thoroughly frightened at the time. Seeing it up close this time, Ye Qing was once again shocked by the swarm's numbers. People called Mount Wendao "Snake Mountain," and it truly wasn't an exaggeration—the mountain teemed with snakes.
