Prehistoric: I Clenched My Fists When the Human Tribe Was Slaughtered

In the corner of the East China Sea, the last habitat of the human race, a giant snake monster wields a mace and crushes bones into mud. The young man knelt in a pool of blood and screamed and questioned. The demon clan sneered: Weakness is the original sin. My fists were bleeding, and there was a fire in my throat - cut off the snake head first, and then ask the world why.