Team Working

The dark gray snake was about three feet long and just slightly thicker than a thumb. The power contained in the snake's twisting motion could easily kill a cultivator at the first sky, but Bobby's fingers were like iron, and they clamped the snake tightly. "Till it poison me," Trey's face was green; he sat on the cave floor trying to squeeze out the poison. Both Flynn and Mia stared at Bobby, concerned that he wasn't being sensible by holding something so deadly. Bobby seemed to have caught the snake so easily that Flynn was suspicious that Bobby had known the snake was there and had deliberately not warned Trey.