Watching the endless stream of snakes on the mountain, Wanyan Second Master took a deep breath and suddenly waved his hand, shouting loudly, "Send another one hundred thousand long-toothed rats to flank from the back mountain and cut off the snakes' retreat!"
The people from the Wanyan Family looked at each other in dismay. At this moment, nobody wanted to send more long-toothed rats up the mountain. The snake swarm seemed endless, and sending more long-toothed rats would just be a death sentence. These were the Wanyan Family's most critical weapons, and if they were lost here, how would they explain themselves when they returned?
However, since Wanyan Second Master was in charge of everything here, they had no say in the matter. After a moment of silence, they still went over and dispatched another one hundred thousand long-toothed rats.
Wanyan Second Master whistled, directing the long-toothed rat swarm up the mountain path, preparing to flank from behind.
