C892 What a Great Strength!!

Phegda swung his right arm forcefully, flinging the Snakelet through the air.

The Snakelet executed a graceful turn mid-flight and deftly landed on Mariatu's wrist, its movements swift and light, betraying no sign of injury.

Phegda glanced down to find two small puncture wounds on the tip of his right index finger, from which blood was profusely flowing. Clearly, the Snakelet had bitten him