CHAPTER 480: CHAPTER 265: OBTAINING ANOTHER SNAKE SPIRIT FRUIT, ADVANCEMENT!_2

Threads of warmth surged through the limbs and bones, finally converging at the dantian in the lower abdomen.

There was a fist-sized crimson flame, with a platinum gleam flickering intermittently within it.

At once, all of the Snake Spirit Fruit’s energy transformed into the most fundamental nutrients, continuously pouring in, nurturing the robust growth of the Life Seed.

Time passed second by second, and the siege below continued.

At last, Chen Feng’s eyes flashed with light as he focused his gaze.

[Holy Flame Awakening Method: Fourth Rank (69%)]

The progress increased a notch, and Chen Feng was quite satisfied.

The effect of a single Snake Spirit Fruit was slightly inferior to that of an Advanced Life Potion, which he had expected.

Yet it didn’t matter, because the nutrients here had no significant cost and were easier to obtain.

Immediately, he suppressed distracting thoughts and looked downward.

The battle was completely one-sided; faced with the elite attack of the Holy City’s forces, these snake-men of the medium-sized tribes could only flee, unable to retaliate.

In fact, this snake-man tribe wasn’t weak; it was considered upper-level among medium-sized tribes.

But unfortunately, what followed Chen Feng here was the true elite of the Holy City.

Originating from the sole human city on the Snake Spirit Continent, the last place carrying the flame of hope.

Perhaps weaker when compared to the Snake God Temple.

But even against some of the great tribes, even a single one of the Eight Great Tribes, it would still be much stronger.

Even just one of their forces was not something a medium-sized tribe could resist.

Bang!!

Flames soared into the sky as the lopsided battle continued.

Bodies with snake heads and human bodies lay scattered everywhere, the warriors of the Holy City sweeping through like an unstoppable force.

But...

"Please, spare me!"

"I’m just an ordinary person enslaved by the snake-men, I also don’t want to be stained by the Snake Spirit Power!"

A long-haired woman in a hemp robe knelt on the ground, begging in fear.

She had a striking snake-shaped pattern on her face, her pupils slightly resembling those of a snake, with two gray scales behind her ears.

Seeing this, the young man in silver armor standing before her hesitated, his silver longsword halting in mid-air.

"Sol, what are you hesitating for?"

A middle-aged silver-armored warrior shouted from a distance.

Named Sol, the young man gripped his silver longsword tightly, biting his lip with some reluctance.

"Captain, does someone like her also count as a snake-man?"

He could strike without hesitation against those full-fledged snake-men, the ones with snake heads and human bodies.

But this person before him looked so similar to normal humans, and he hadn’t seen her commit any evil deeds.

Perhaps she was also forced to submit to the snake-man tribe by the harsh reality?

As these thoughts arose, seeing the tears streaming down her face, the young man found himself unable to make a move.

"How wicked is the Snake God, tainting those under its gaze, causing their bloodlines to mutate and minds to twisted."

"Quickly! Kill her!"

The captain urged anxiously, the young man hesitated for a moment, then looked towards him.

Isn’t this claim too absolute?

"Cap...."

Shwoosh!!!

The woman who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly sprang up, her dagger flashing coldly as it raced towards his neck.

The young man’s pupils shook violently at the sight in his peripheral vision.

But before he could react, an arrow whizzed through the air like a meteor, striking the woman’s back heart.

Thud!!

The corpse fell to the ground as the young man looked across.

Wheat-colored skin, curly brown hair.

Molly, with her brown eyes, lowered her longbow, her face showing a newfound coldness.

Having fled from the snake-man tribe to the Holy City, she had witnessed too much danger along the way.

Thus, she was more aware of the cunning and viciousness of these snake-men than others.

Even the half-snake people would have their bloodline altered by the Snake Spirit, affecting their minds, making them cruel and cold.

They were no longer a part of the human race, so there could be no room for luck or sympathy.

To this, Chen Feng watched everything with silent eyes.

He did not intervene, trusting that the people of the Holy City would handle it appropriately.

Until at last, the sunset appeared.

The snake-men of this tribe had been exterminated, each warrior of the Holy City had fresh blood splattered across their faces.

Rustle!

The sound of wind, the Flying Eagle soared.

Oron’s silver-colored armor had some power emerging, cleansing it of bloodstains.

"Mr. Feng Chen, the core of the Grey Ge Tribe has been eliminated."

This was just the core strongest clan of the Grey Ge Tribe, there were still scattered tribesmen and weaker branches remaining.

Chen Feng nodded, then saw him look towards the several thousand ordinary people below.

Most were raggedly dressed, including men, women, and children of all ages.

At this moment, they all looked up at them, either whispering in awe and excitement or kneeling gratefully.

Even more, some were trembling in fear, their faces filled with confusion, as if accustomed to a numbed life, suddenly finding freedom made them unsure of where to go.

"These ordinary people, living in hardship under the snake-man tribe, even without the Grey Ge Tribe, other tribes would surely capture them, making them slaves again."

"I plan to leave a warrior to escort them south, and also send a message to the Holy City, asking them to send someone to meet them."

Oron said thoughtfully, his eyes showing a flash of compassion.

They might be considered low-class by the snake-men, but in the eyes of the people of the Holy City, they were of the same bloodline.

Chen Feng nodded, naturally he would not refuse.

This was the decision of the Holy City, a result that had been discussed even before they set out.

Part of it was as had been said, to save their kin as much as possible.

Another part was because the Holy City faced a lack of population due to the ongoing war.

In the past, resources were scarce, unable to support more humans.

Now, however, there were no other options.

Immediately, a fourth-ranked silver-armored warrior was left behind.

Everyone did not linger further, quickly proceeding to other snake-man tribes.

Time passed like this, within just seven days, they were like a sharp dagger causing havoc within the snake-man territories.

Three medium-sized tribes, nine small tribes.

Many snake-men were filled with suspicion upon receiving the news, and people from the Black Blade and Huo Rong Tribes also sent sentries to investigate.

"It seems they want to attack one by one, to stop our allied army."

"I heard the people from Black Water Tribe were almost here, but encountered them halfway and were wiped out."

"Not leaving a single one, truly ruthless!"

Following the voice, it led to a spacious council hall.

Torchlights flickered, as elders and clan leaders from snake-man tribes took their seats here, the weakest among them at the Fourth Order Peak.

"These people from the Holy City are indeed ruthless. Who among you is willing to join me in intercepting them?"

A Fifth-Order Snake-man slapped the table in anger.

But soon, someone spoke in a cold tone.

"How to intercept them? These people come and go unpredictably, with the aid of Flying Eagle Beasts."

"Moreover, that Saint Level outsider accompanies them. Unless several High Priests are willing to act, going would be useless."

As these words spread, the atmosphere grew heavy.

Many snake-men exchanged glances, ultimately looking towards the envoy seated at the highest position, from the Snake God Temple.

"The Snake God has given a revelation, awakening a Saint from within the temple, who is on their way."

"The urgent task is first to find that outsider."

"Since he is with the people of the Holy City, once we find him, we can naturally capture them all."

The temple envoy, wearing a black hood with several snake patterns at the cuffs, spoke coldly.

Everyone nodded and soon saw him take out a compass.

It was the gaze of the Snake Spirit, capable of marking that vile outsider within this land.

Instantly, under many expectant gazes.

The pointer stabilized, locking in the direction.

Many snake-men’s faces showed cold smiles, quickly raising torches, voices ringing out, bringing up a chilling murderous intent.