"Hehe, another fool has stumbled in here. How many does that make?"
"The corpses buried under the Snow Mountain are countless. No matter your identity or origin, in the end, you will become our nourishment, a feast for us."
"He'll never think of getting out. It's been so long since I've tasted fresh blood and flesh, I'm practically starving for it..."
"What do you think, how many days can he last?"
"He seems to be a Snake Beastman, heavily injured, losing so much blood... I bet he won't survive tonight... hahaha..."
The shadows drifting in the air let out merciless laughter.
Xue Yinzhou appeared not to hear them, his heart anxious as he watched the Snake Mark on his wrist flicker in and out of sight, sensing a faint summoning call.
In that moment, his groggy mind became exceedingly clear. Xue Yinzhou could distinctly feel it—Shen Tang had truly arrived in the Land of Origin! She was attempting to summon him.
"Tangtang..."
