The surrounding Snake-men finally reacted and began to flee in all directions.
Lear glanced back, there were quite a lot, but today he didn't bring an army, killing them in dribs and drabs won't amount to much, he would bring people to their lair another day.
Betina ignored the surroundings, her attention entirely focused on Lear at the moment.
The look in her eyes had completely changed, mixed with reverence, passion, and an indescribable closeness and admiration.
She didn't expect that she would regain life in this way, when she initially held the determination to die.
Not only did she not perish, but she actually received an enhancement instead.
Lear withdrew his gaze and looked at his newly surrendered subordinate.
The wild aura akin to a beast impressed him greatly, this is the spirit a warrior should have!
"How many Barbarians are left in the city?"
"Master, there are still 5,000..."
Originally, there were seventeen or eighteen thousand, now only a fraction remains.
