"Swish!"
Suddenly, a dark red figure leapt out from the grass, heading straight towards Xu Binghu.
With quick reflexes, Xu Binghu gripped the machete in his hand and swung it in front of him. A trail of fresh blood arched through the air, and in the blink of an eye, two halves of a snake fell to the ground.
This poisonous snake seemed like a signal for attack, as hundreds of dark red shadows emerged from the grass, landing on the ground.
Nearly a thousand pale red eyes fixed their gaze on the less than fifty hunters ahead.
"Kill!!" Xu Binghu shouted, and both sides began to battle.
Dozens of poisonous snakes slithered towards Xu Binghu, encircling him, standing half-upright with a fierce aggression.
Xu Binghu held the machete, still stained with blood, his eyes resolutely watching them, ready to devour them.
One slash.
Two slashes.
Three slashes.
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