Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Dark Arts or Supernatural Powers?

The black wolf transformed from Kaelen Vance bared its teeth, its sharp claws gouging deep trenches in the ground, chuckling coldly, “Petty trick.”

He let out a low growl, his body suddenly expanded, transforming into an even larger black wolf with gleaming fangs. Its claws, sharp as knives, tore fiercely at the vines rushing toward him.

Yet the vines seemed endless, snapping then swiftly growing again, inexhaustible.

Mia, hanging upside down from a tree, watched in terror: “Kaelen, save me!”

Luna Sutton glanced at her, a disdainful look on her face: “Save you? Do you think you’re still the number one beauty of the tribe like before? Looking at your ugly state now makes one feel sick—how could he possibly save you? Not to mention, he can hardly protect himself now.”

Her words were exceptionally venomous, leaving Mia trembling with anger, her face turning ashen.

Feeling that it wasn’t enough, she controlled the vines to entangle Kaelen while continuing to verbally assault Mia: “Look at you, what’s that stuff you’ve got on your face? It looks like mud smeared all over. If I were you, I’d have found a crack to crawl into long ago.”

Mia trembled with rage, struggling wildly, but the more she struggled, the tighter it became, “You… you ugly freak!”

“Ugly freak?”

Luna Sutton chuckled, “At least I don’t have mud smeared on my face. Look at you, half of your herbs are falling off, tsk tsk tsk…”

She deliberately controlled the vine to graze Mia’s face, causing a big chunk of herbs to fall, revealing a long scar underneath, already scarred over but resembling a centipede.

“Oh my!”

She feigned surprise, “Turns out you weren’t applying medicine; you were covering up your ugliness! That scar on your face, it looks like a centipede, so disgusting.”

“Ah ah ah… you ugly freak, I’ll kill you…”

Mia screamed in rage, writhing desperately to cover her face: “Shut up! Shut your mouth! You’re the ugly one, you’re disgusting…”

Kaelen Vance, wrapped in vines, was irritated and more agitated by Mia’s screaming curses, couldn’t help but roar: “So noisy!”

Luna Sutton seized the opportunity to rub salt into the wound: “See, even your ally thinks you’re noisy. If you ask me, you might as well not cover your face; at least you could scare people.”

Mia was so angry she almost fainted, her eyes rolling back.

Kaelen finally reached his limit, bellowing in rage, a powerful force bursting from around him, tearing the vines apart.

The force pushed her back several steps, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

“Tsk, quite formidable.”

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her expression grave.

In the shadows, Wolf One, Wolf Two, Wolf Three, and Wolf Four watched the battle tensely, ready to intervene at any moment.

The Salt Lake Shore, the night wind was slightly cool.

Corbin Crowley was lying on a boulder by the Salt Lake, resting.

Suddenly, his heart throbbed with pain as the wolf-shaped companion mark on his chest flickered on and off.

This mark had appeared after he mated with Luna Sutton.

He abruptly sat up from the boulder, his silver eyes flashing coldly under the moonlight: “What mischief is this female up to now? Disturbs my sleep and makes my chest hurt in the middle of the night.”

He looked down at the flickering wolf-shaped companion mark on his chest, his brow furrowed.

“Tsk, what a nuisance.”

Corbin Crowley stood up, irritably raking his fingers through his hair, transforming into a streak of silver light, swiftly leaving the base of the cliff, heading towards the tribe.

At the same time, Rhys Blackwood also opened his eyes.

He looked down at the faintly glowing snake-shaped mark on his chest, his brow slightly furrowed: “What’s that female up to again?”

Although he spoke this way, his body was honest, and with a flick of his serpent tail, his huge body vanished into the night.

Kian Sterling lay in a cave, squinting while playing with a fox fur strand in his hand.

Thinking this life is really comfortable, peaceful, though being dragged into chaotic scenes every day is quite tiring.

Although sometimes he’d join in of his own volition.

But that was purely for fun.

If you asked if he had any special feelings for Luna Sutton, not really.

Though he admitted that female had recently undergone a bit of a “transformation,” so what?

He, a noble Nine-Tailed White Fox, with such regal bloodlines, couldn’t easily fancy someone.

As for fighting over her, not a chance.

It’s all just for fun, anyway.

He quite enjoyed the pleasure of having everyone dance in the palm of his hand.

“Sigh, just no good food around, my mouth craves something tasty.”

He lightly swayed his tail.

Already planning where to find some good food to satisfy his cravings tomorrow.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly as he faintly heard some commotion coming from afar.

He stretched his head out to peek outside the cave and caught sight of a flash of silver and black, moving so fast it shot up to the cliff top in an instant.

Kian Sterling instantly recognized them as Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood.

“Tsk, is Luna causing trouble again?”

He squinted his fox-like eyes, lazily turning over, ready to sleep.

Just as he closed his eyes, Luna Sutton’s charming, smiling face popped into his mind.

He couldn’t help but “tsk” again, turned over, and muttered, “That female really is troublesome; even at night, she won’t let people rest.”

However, thinking that Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood had already gone over, he couldn’t be bothered to move.

Kian Sterling didn’t want to run that far in the middle of the night, exhausted for no payoff.

“It’s just that not seeing the show up close is a bit dull.”

He yawned, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Zeke Veridian was sitting on an ancient tree, his emerald eyes gazing at the night sky with an indifferent expression.

He was holding a leaf in his hand, which turned into a green light and vanished into the night with a flick of his fingers.

“What’s making such a fuss in the middle of the night?”

He looked a bit impatient, “Indeed, love does affect intelligence, two idiots.”

Malachi Arcanus was dozing under an ancient tree, his eight-pack abs shining with a healthy glow in the moonlight.

He turned over, mumbling, “Not sleeping in the middle of the night, running around, are they sick?”

Having said that, he pulled a piece of animal hide over himself and continued to snore away.

At the back mountain of The Wolf Tribe, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

The black wolf that Kaelen Vance had transformed into was fierce, but the vines seemed to be driven by something, endlessly entangling him, with barbs aimed precisely at his vulnerable spots.

While tearing at the vines, he roared angrily, “Luna Sutton, what kind of witchcraft have you used?!”

Luna Sutton stood by, arms crossed, leisurely watching him, “Witchcraft? This is legitimate Wood Element Ability, just… with a bit of creativity.”

As she spoke, she manipulated the vines to weave a tight web around Kaelen Vance, the barbs gleaming menacingly, as if taunting, “Go ahead, try to escape if you can!”

Kaelen Vance ground his teeth in frustration, raising his claws to tear apart a few vines, but new ones immediately took their place, as resilient as an indestructible cockroach.

“Looks like a Fifth-rank Beastman isn’t all that impressive.”

She tossed out the remark lightly, almost causing Kaelen Vance to explode on the spot.

Kaelen Vance struggled fiercely, but the more he struggled, the tighter the vines wound.

Clearly, he was trapped.

Mia was hung upside down on a tree, panicking as she saw this scene, screaming in terror, “Kaelen, save me!”

“Don’t worry, it’s your turn next.”

She smiled serenely at Mia, her tone as light as discussing the weather.

Mia dangled upside down from a tree, her face full of horror, her mouth opening but not having the chance to make a sound before a vine swiftly shot into her mouth.

Her eyes widened instantly, making a muffled “mmph” sound like a chicken being strangled.

Luna Sutton raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, “Oops, sorry, the vine’s a bit thick, went in a bit deep.”

Then, with a wave of her hand, the vine “swish” pulled out from Mia’s mouth, trailing a spray of blood.

Mia cried tears of pain, blood flowing freely from her mouth, her tongue already torn off by the vine, rendering her unable to speak.

She could only make “heh heh” noises, her gaze filled with panic and malice.

Luna Sutton nodded satisfactorily, her tone relaxed, “There, now without a tongue, you won’t keep nagging. Saves me the bother of your ceaseless whining in my ear all day.”

Mia trembled with rage and pain alike.

She wanted to curse, but without a tongue, she couldn’t utter a word.

She could only “heh heh” while frantically twisting her body, staring at Luna Sutton with such venom, as if wishing to devour her alive.

“Keep glaring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out too.”

Luna Sutton glanced coldly at Mia, her tone offhanded, as if discussing the most mundane of matters.

Mia shook all over with fear, her face turning pale as she hurried to close her eyes, daring not to glare any longer.

She nodded with satisfaction, “That’s better.”

Turning to the still struggling Kaelen Vance, her lips curved into a cold smile, “Now, it’s your turn.”

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