The Gates of Hell

After three consecutive groups of captives fell down the waterfall and were buried in the belly of the fish...

Leaf's group of captives were driven by the ox-tail whip and the spear, and they staggered to the riverside.

At this moment, the youth's face was completely cold.

The lines that outlined his facial features appeared particularly tough, making him resemble his brother a little.

Three days after their home was destroyed, it passed as quickly as three blinks of the eye.

And what happened in the blink of an eye was as many as the blink of an eye.

Before this, Leaf had never been so far away from home.

The rat people had unclean blood, so they could not move freely to avoid contaminating the land where the ancestral spirits slept.

They could only curl up in the habitat designated by the clan master, which was usually a steep mountain range with a harsh environment.