"I must report this place's situation to Master as soon as possible..."
Marsh Wasteland Dark Bat knew what Little Snake King was about to do, but there was nothing he could do at this moment. He could only grit his teeth in secret and leave quickly.
Only Little Snake King and the barely living Bi Cang in the well remained in the valley.
Little Snake King stood by the well with a gloomy expression for a long while before suddenly drawing a black whip from his waist.
The whip was pitch-black from end to end, its surface covered in dense, tiny barbs that gleamed with a cold, sinister light beneath the moon.
"Bitch."
Little Snake King cursed under his breath, then violently lashed out with the whip in his hand.
Crack!
The whip struck Bi Cang viciously. Its black barbs hooked into her scales and tore hard, ripping away several scales that had already been hanging by a thread and exposing the bright red flesh beneath.
Bi Cang's body trembled violently, yet she remained silent.
"Back then—"
Little Snake King's voice echoed through the night, laden with hatred suppressed for hundreds of years. He rebuked her with bitter fury, "To protect your true body, my father, the Black Snake King, fought to the death in the battle at Bi Cang Mountain. In the end, he died on the battlefield!"
Crack!
Another lash fell.
"And you? What were you doing then?!" Little Snake King's voice rose higher and higher, the hatred in his eyes nearly spilling over. "You were captured by the enemy! You never died! You lived, but my father died! He gave his life for you, and in the end, not even an intact corpse was left behind!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The whip fell like raindrops, every blow carrying