The Ink Serpent Tribe.
As one of the eight chiefs of the Snake-People Tribe, Mebas was filled with regret. He knew his bold decision to step forward had likely brought disaster upon his people.
Even the strongest of the Snake-People Tribe, Queen Medusa, was only a Dou Emperor. Against a Dou Ancestor, she would have no power to resist.
"Esteemed Dou Ancestor, please forgive my disrespect!"
Mebas wrestled with himself before finally dropping to his knees with a thud. He bowed before the human expert and begged for forgiveness.
The pride of the Snake-People Tribe meant he would normally submit only to Queen Medusa. But faced with overwhelming force, he had no choice but to abandon that pride.
His own death would be a small matter. If he implicated the entire Snake-People Tribe, he would deserve to die ten thousand times over.
"Cut off one arm, and I'll spare your life."
Fang Yang spoke without emotion.
In this world, most snake-people were evil by nature. Mercy toward such beings would not bear good fruit; betrayal was far more likely.
Slash!
Mebas gritted his teeth. Violent Dou Qi gathered around his right palm, and with one swift chop, he severed his left arm. Blood sprayed before the arm fell to the ground and was coated in a thick layer of sand.
"Hiss!"
Mebas could not help drawing a sharp breath. Enduring pain that pierced to the marrow, he bowed respectfully to Fang Yang above him once more. He pressed his head so low in submission that it nearly burrowed into the sand.
Then his body floated upward. Fang Yang sealed him in place with spatial power, leaving him unable to move his limbs freely or release his Dou Qi.
"Originally, I intended to ask the Snake-People Tribe to handle a small