Chapter 66: The Fall Of Delon City (part 2)

"Ambush!" one of them yells, turning to strike.

Thurn hisses, his fangs flashing. His tail whips forward, striking the soldier's arm before he can swing. A thin cut—barely noticeable.

The man frowns. "That barely—"

Then his body convulses. His skin blackens, veins bulging as Thurn's venom takes hold. Within seconds, he collapses, foaming at the mouth.

Thurn chuckles. "Humans really do have weak constitutions."

The remaining soldiers hesitate, their fear palpable.

Veltha takes advantage.

With unnatural speed, the serpentine warrior darts into their ranks. Her flexible body twists between them like flowing water, avoiding their clumsy sword strikes with ease.

A soldier swings his greatsword at her head.

Veltha ducks, her body bending impossibly low, her eyes flashing with amusement.

"Too slow."