CHAPTER 478: CHAPTER 264 LEAVE NONE_3

"Yes!"

Oron nodded and issued the command.

The Flying Eagle Beast turned slightly in mid-air, and everyone immediately rushed toward the northeast.

Witnessing this scene, the Snake-man hidden within the Green Field Swamp halted their actions, quickly employing methods to send messages and leave.

The intertwining shadows of stealth faded away, Chen Feng withdrew his Perception and looked at Oron.

Everyone nodded, and once they had rushed out of the Green Field Swamp, they quickly turned again, charging toward the northwest.

A fierce wind swept by, Chen Feng dressed in the thinnest of hemp robes, starkly different from the armored attire of the others.

Everyone was unusually silent, the atmosphere unnaturally solemn.

The terrain below subtly changed, with hills and barren land, and sporadic streams visible from time to time.

....

Bam!!

Inside a green meadow.

With the crack of a whip, a brown-haired woman in tattered hemp clothes sat slumped on the ground, her hair disheveled, biting her lips fiercely, not daring to utter a sound.

Her face pale, lips cracked.

Looking at her back, one could see her skin ulcerated, showing wounds and scars.

Blood incessantly trickled down, with surrounding bruises turning purplish-red.

"A group of low-class beings without the Snake Spirit’s blessing. Tomorrow, I want to see chopped firewood and fed cattle and sheep."

"And the master’s house, if it’s not fully constructed within seven days, then this is your best outcome!"

Bam!

Amid the curses, the whip continued to lash.

A half-snake man with a human appearance but with some scales on him yelled continuously.

The whip with small thorns penetrated the flesh with each strike, causing piercing pain.

The woman being beaten trembled, only able to numbly hold the child in her arms, not daring to make a sound.

Looking around again.

This was a yard fenced with wooden palisades, several wooden houses stood within, most still under construction, lacking roofs and doors or windows.

The chopped firewood was stacked nearby, with penned cattle and sheep gnawing on fresh, lush green grass not far away, watching this place.

Reflected in their pupils were more ragged people kneeling around, both men and women, forced to kneel in two rows, listening to the sound of the whipping, not daring to resist.

Low-class beings.

Born without the blessing of the Snake Spirit, destined to never acquire the power of the Snake Spirit.

For a lifetime, they could only become slaves of the Snake-man Tribe, chopping wood, feeding cattle and sheep...

Such a life....some youths clenched their teeth in resentment but could only lower their heads, hiding their hateful eyes.

Suddenly sensing something, the sound of the whipping stopped.

A half-snake man with a few scales cast his gaze over, slightly furrowing his brows.

The youth’s heart trembled, clearly seeing the shadow on the ground spreading closer.

Cold sweat trickled down his face at the critical moment.

"Ah Gou, come out for a bit."

"Oh?"

The half-snake man holding the whip was slightly stunned, then saw a middle-aged man at the gate of the palisaded yard.

The markings of scales on the other’s body were more pronounced than his own, his face quickly turned to a fawning smile, and he hurriedly nodded and walked out.

The atmosphere eased somewhat, only then did the youth dare to look up.

"Captain Rong Li, sorry to trouble you for coming personally."

"Mm."

"I still have some rare wine, you must come and taste it for me."

Named Ah Gou, the half-snake man’s figure faded away, his fawning voice constantly echoing.

The woman who had been whipped earlier was trembling; her robes stained with blood, her back a mass of ulcers.

Lentil-sized beads of sweat trickled down her body, the child in her arms lifted his head, tears streaming, his mouth quivering.

The woman’s face was pale, constantly shaking her head to urge him not to make any sound.

Visible to the naked eye, her breathing grew weaker and weaker, her body shaky as if about to collapse.

Everyone looked on, but still could only remain kneeling, not daring to move an inch.

Thus time passed, minute by minute.

The youth with clenched fists was full of resentment, clearly seeing the woman collapse, her breathing growing weaker.

"Mother!! Mother!!"

The protected child cried out loudly, the youth gritted his teeth trying to stand, but was quickly held back forcefully by a fellow beside him with a dust-covered face, anxiously shaking his head at him.

In anger, he tried to stand.

But.

Tap!

"You want to save her?"

A taunting voice suddenly rang out, a cloud of shadow enveloping his sight.

The ragged youth widened his eyes and turned to look, seeing the half-snake man who had left unknowingly walking into the yard, coming beside him.

His face flushed red, reeking of alcohol.

But oddly, his narrowed eyes resembled snake pupils, exuding cold and cruel malice.

"It seems you low-class beings really are not obedient."

"Since you want to save her, then join her."

With a harsh cold voice, the whip could be seen swinging down fiercely.

The cruel gaze was like Nine Nether Cold Ice, the youth’s face in Despair, as if sinking into an ice cellar.

Whoosh!!!

In the next moment, the sound of something piercing the air echoed by his ear.

The anticipated pain did not occur, an arrow that rode the wind came faster than the swinging whip.

Thud!!

The half-snake man fell heavily to the ground, the arrow piercing through everything from behind to emerge from the left chest.

Blood spilled continuously, the youth looked at the fallen corpse in disbelief, others also puzzled, then lifted their heads.

Dozens of giant Flying Eagle Beast with black and brown feathers loomed above, backs to the Sky Dome, seeming shoulder to shoulder with the clouds.

Silver-armored Warriors maintained the stance of drawing bows, fully resembling humans like them, without any aura or trace of the Snake Spirit.

Crowded by the Flying Eagle Beast at the center was a distinctively white-gray Stone-winged Giant, the youth in hemp clothes on its shoulder resembling their attire even more.

As if casting a glance, the opposing gaze toward the entire Snake-man Tribe grew more indifferent.

"Leave none alive."