Kapitel 891: Molested

This snake's face remained calm and expressionless as he unleashed that horrifying strength on him, as though he wasn't the one maniacally tightening his tail.

His strength was like a sand stream, holding one in a deathlike grip and making its victim unable to budge an inch. The more one struggled, the greater that strength rebounded.

Only at the sight of Winston did Mitchell realize that this snake beastman was also here to seek the antidote from him.

There were no animal stripes on his face. Just like Muir, his powers were that of a beastman above with four stripes.

"Even if you obtain the antidote, you won't be able to rescue the female baby!"

Mitchell spat out these words with the last of his breath, a calm expression on his face, and not even putting up a struggle. The only telltale sign of his dreadful situation was his increasingly terrible countenance.