If I Were to Die, You All Won't Live Either

"Where did all these snakes come from?!"

Countless colorful snakes with slender bodies were wriggling together, forming a terrifying sight that sent shivers down the spine.

Hiss~

A blood-red snake, as thick as an adult's forearm, suddenly shot out towards them, its body rigid like a stick, spewing venom.

The scar-faced man swiftly drew his knife and swung it forward.

Clang!

The blade struck the snake's body, producing a sharp clang like metal hitting metal.

Immediately, the crimson snake coiled around the blade and, in the blink of an eye, reached the scar-faced man.

"Oh, damn!" The scar-faced man was startled and involuntarily released the large knife in his hand. Simultaneously, he channeled his arcane power, converting it into a palm wind and aimed it at the snake.

Boom!

It struck the incoming crimson snake squarely, causing it to fall to the ground with a heavy thud, shaking the grass beneath.