He had witnessed everything that had just happened with his own eyes.
The three Guardian Gods had attacked together. Forget dealing with a mid-sized tribe; handling a small one should have been complete overkill, more than enough to secure victory.
Yet he never imagined this would be the outcome.
Two Guardian Gods were slain on the spot. 'Am I next?'
The giant snake was filled with regret. After all, if it had just stood firm and fought back with the other two, they might not have lost so helplessly. They certainly wouldn't have met such a miserable end.
But now the other two were dead.
As the last one left, a lone snake, it stood no chance at all.
It didn't dare to make a move. Trembling, it said, "Greetings, my lord! I am the Guardian God of the Barbaric Snake Tribe. I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and follow you for all eternity!"
