"Poof!"
Qie Ye stabbed a Black Snake Tribe warrior with his spear, then pulled it out with a backward motion.
At this point, he was covered in blood and exhausted, even the strength to pull out the spear had lessened significantly compared to before.
If only I had the Power of Totems, Qie Ye thought.
"Hiss..."
A large black snake slithered around from behind him, opening its bloodthirsty mouth, trying to swallow him whole.
"Whiz!"
A short spear flew over with a piercing sound, penetrating the neck of the large black snake, pinning it to the ground.
Then, Ant Tribe leader Gu Li quickly ran over, concernedly asking, "Qie Ye, how are you feeling? Are your injuries serious, can you still fight?"
In the face of his father's concern, Qie Ye barely managed to produce a slight smile: "Father, don't worry, I'm fine, just a bit tired."
"Poof!"
