Si Yan saw the pinkish-purple little snake fall to the ground. It struggled to crawl away but was still discovered by other males.
The males picked it up; they could have crushed it to death easily.
The gecko stretched lazily.
Even though Si Yan knew the Great Demon King had survived, her heart still clenched at this moment.
"Mistress, this is the last one. It seems to be already dead."
The pinkish-purple snake's head twisted at a fierce angle, then it stopped moving completely.
Tiny Wang, forced to be born prematurely to feign death, had made a tremendous effort.
The female was weak after giving birth, but her expression remained cold as she cruelly said, "Throw it to the fish. The crocodiles in the pond behind the mountain are probably starving by now."
"Alright."
Wang, along with his five already dead brothers, was thrown into the pond behind the mountain.
The mother and father beasts of that time—probably none of them thought he could survive.
But he did survive.
