FIGHT IN THE GRASSY WOODLAND

"HOLD!" The voice of General Alexander rang out in the grassy woodland.

"Hold firm," he steadied his troops. While watching the spirit snake sprint towards the critical hits, kilometers.

Nothing good will ever come out of dash tactics. How can a subtle and cunning snake make such a mistake?

The jet-black mamba bloodline traits have been in contrast with the spirit snake's rational thinking. Or its anger had clouded its reasoning.

The intruders' treatment was not befitting its rank. They also had the guts to withstand its blood aura. Death is too much of a luxury for these invaders.

Ignoring its bloodline warning. The black jet mamba proceeded 500 meters from the troops' position. Preparing to launch a cruel attack on its prey. Meals for a certain period are certain.