The group was gripped with fear. They frantically swung the hunting knives strapped to their waists, slashing at the rain of snakes. It was like a real-life version of Fruit Ninja—their blades moved so fast they almost sparked, leaving them no time to stop.
Before long, the ground was piled high with snake corpses, layer upon layer. Blood sprayed through the air like a wild, chaotic dance.
But the snakes seemed endless, continuing to fall relentlessly from above.
Everyone's stamina was draining fast.
Especially the young man who had been bitten earlier—his name was Brandon Hunter. His face had grown pale, his breathing labored. If the venom wasn't sucked out soon, he'd be doomed to die under this rain of snakes.
"What do we do now?"
The others weren't faring much better. They had managed to kill hundreds of snakes, but one slip-up could mean certain death.
"This place is insane! No human should ever set foot here!"
