Rustle rustle rustle—the sound of snakes slithering across the ground was clearly audible in the stillness of the night, causing the heads of the few old men to tingle with fear, their faces turning deathly pale.
Just then, a dark shadow darted through the night like an arrow. An Zhifeng's eyes gleamed with a cold excitement, a dangerous, bloodthirsty smile played at his lips, "Kill!"
At the command, the Thirteen Blood Generals shot out in all directions like thirteen arrows. Countless colorful venomous snakes, mouths wide open, lunged at them with bodies tense; one bite from their venomous fangs meant certain death!
In the midst of this danger, the Thirteen Blood Generals seemed invigorated, brandishing military knives in one hand and swinging daggers in the other. Those perilous snakes turned into pieces beneath their weapons, forming small mounds on the ground. Blood sprayed wildly, drenching their clothes, yet it only served to excite them further.
