In the territory of a small clan.
The Xia clan and the succubus clan set up their battle formations, using a large river as the boundary line as they looked at each other from a distance.
At this moment, other than those experts, all the succubi in the Army were only wearing a pair of shorts, exposing their burly and strong bodies that were shrouded in black gas.
In their claws, they were all holding fish bone knives that were full of teeth marks. Their eyes were filled with fear as they crossed the river and looked at the Xia clan camp.
"Something's wrong. What's with those snakes?"
The succubus race had a patriarch who pointed his claws in the direction of the Xia clan's camp. He stood in front of the formation like a pillar that held up the sky, exuding a blood-red fiendish might that suppressed many of the innate succubus-like snakes.
