Feng Hua San Shi (Seventy-One)

Hearing Tu Si Ye's words, Wang Da Ge nodded solemnly, but he did not look toward Tu Si Ye. His gaze continued sweeping over the surrounding Snake People, whose numbers were constantly increasing. In the brief few breaths that the two men spoke, dozens more Snake People had appeared, bringing their estimated total to over two hundred.

Surrounded by so many Snake People, everyone felt immense pressure. Ever since joining Hong Hua Hui, these people had already cast life and death aside. They had never feared death; in their minds, dying for the restoration of the glory of the Chinese people would be an honor. Yet when faced with certain death, they still couldn't help but grow tense.

For some unknown reason, however, although the Snake People had completely surrounded them, they did not attack immediately. They merely straightened their upper bodies and stared at everyone with blood-red eyes, as if waiting for something.

With the Snake People staying still, the people present didn't dare move either. The two sides remained locked in a strange standoff. Wang Da Ge held his saber in one hand and coldly surveyed the surrounding Snake People. Though his expression remained grim, his palm was already drenched in sweat. Faced with so many Snake People, he knew that once the battle began, their dozen or so people would be utterly unable to resist. If they couldn't retreat into the narrow passage at the entrance, they would soon be wiped out.

Just as everyone was feeling incredibly tense, a tree root as thick as a water barrel suddenly fell from above, startling everyone and drawing their gazes toward it. In the next moment, the root began to writhe before slowly rising upright. When everyone saw what it really was, they all sucked in a cold breath.