Chapter 385: Chapter 298: Slap_2

The green light in her palm surged, and she pressed it on his pierced shoulder without any explanation: “Don’t move.”

“Shut up.”

She pressed her fingertips hard on his wound on purpose, “I’m not a three-year-old cub, I know my limits.”

Rhys Blackwood leaned against the large stone by the pool, his black eyes sweeping over Corbin Crowley’s restrained expression. He suddenly spoke, “I was ambushed on my side. I suppose Soren Phoenix’s situation is similar, and as for the others, I have no idea how they are.”

This wasn’t hard to guess. Those people from The Dragon Clan had obviously come to take revenge for Mael Valerius. They couldn’t possibly target only him and Corbin Crowley.

While healing Corbin Crowley’s wounds, she responded, “Zeke Veridian broke his two hind legs, Kian Sterling is also injured, and Soren Phoenix got beaten to a pulp and is now hiding for fear of showing his face.”

Recalling something, she quickly added, “Don’t ask me how I know that. If you ask, I’ll say it’s a secret.”

Rhys Blackwood and Corbin Crowley both twitched the corners of their mouths in unison. They, of course, knew Luna had her secrets.

Otherwise, how could she precisely know that Rhys Blackwood, Soren Phoenix, and Malachi Arcanus would run into trouble?

“How is Malachi Arcanus?”

Corbin Crowley suddenly thought of what Luna had said in the tribe before and couldn’t help but ask.

Malachi Arcanus’s situation was worse than Rhys Blackwood’s. Not only were his limbs broken, but he was also dragged through the mud. Just thinking about it made him furious, wanting to rush to The Dragon Clan immediately.

If one day Luna forgives The Mad Dragon and gets back with him.

He was sure that aside from Soren Phoenix, the rest of the five could never accept it.

Especially Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus.

That straightforward brute Malachi Arcanus always distinguished between gratitude and grudges, perhaps even leaving altogether at that point.

He hoped he was overthinking it, that Luna would not look back.

Otherwise, it would be too disheartening for them.

Corbin Crowley’s eyes darkened, but he finally didn’t speak his mind.

Feeling the healing power on his shoulder, he suddenly grasped Luna Sutton’s hand, “That’s enough, save some of your abilities for Zeke Veridian.”

Seeing the wound almost healed, Luna Sutton didn’t insist and withdrew the green light from her palm.

“Go find Zeke Veridian.”

She was about to leap onto Jago’s back.

Suddenly, Rhys Blackwood transformed into his Aethel Serpent True Form, his tail wrapping her onto his back, “I’m faster.”

Corbin Crowley transformed into the Ancient Silver-moon Direwolf, following closely behind.

They were midway when they encountered Caelan Phoenix flying from afar. The Old Phoenix looked extremely battered, missing quite a few feathers.

Seeing them, Caelan Phoenix’s eyes instantly lit up. He glanced at Luna Sutton on Rhys Blackwood’s back and spoke in human tongue, “Master, Lord Zeke Veridian’s hind legs are both broken, the bones shattered.”

Luna Sutton’s face turned pale, nearly falling off Rhys Blackwood’s back, but she was timely secured by him with his wings.

Taking a deep breath, she tried hard to calm herself, her voice trembling, “Let’s go to Zeke Veridian.”

Rhys Blackwood and Corbin Crowley exchanged a glance, seeing the anger in each other’s eyes.

But now wasn’t the time to act, so they sped up towards Zeke Veridian’s location.

Caelan Phoenix immediately turned around, following them in flight.

Zeke Veridian’s place wasn’t far from Hesperia, and at Rhys Blackwood’s speed, they’d arrived in no time.

Luna Sutton jumped off Rhys Blackwood’s back and saw Zeke Veridian lying on the ground, his two hind legs twisted in a bizarre position, clearly broken.

Zeke Veridian’s face was pale as paper, sweat beads densely covering his forehead. Yet seeing her, he still forced a smile, “Just a small wound… don’t cry.”

Kian Sterling knelt beside him, his white robes stained with blood, though his ten fox tails were unharmed.

However, his body was covered with countless wounds, bone-deep, flesh turned outward, crisscrossed, almost a man of blood.

Especially his right leg, with a claw scar extending from his thigh to his ankle, flowing bright red blood like water, unstoppable even with Blood Stopping Grass applied.

Seeing them arrive, the gentle jade face showed a hint of relief, “Luna, just in time, check on Zeke Veridian’s legs…”

At that moment, he suddenly collapsed onto the ground.

“Kian Sterling!”

She rushed over, almost slipping on the blood, pouring the green light from her palm into his wounds without regard, “You call this a small wound?”

Zeke Veridian dragged himself over with his broken legs, his emerald eyes fixed on her belly, “Take care of the baby first, we’re fine.”

“Fine my ass, getting beaten half to death and still playing tough?”

Luna Sutton couldn’t suppress her anger, turning to yell at Corbin Crowley, “Hold him down!”

Corbin Crowley pressed down on Zeke Veridian’s shoulder without a word, his silver eyes somber, “Don’t move.”

Luna Sutton concentrated on healing Kian Sterling.

Suddenly, Malachi Arcanus’s figure appeared from nowhere.

His Dark Gold Beast Robe was stained with blood, holding a struggling member of The Black-armored Guard, which he casually tossed at Luna Sutton’s feet like a rag, “Left one for you, kill or flay at will.”

The beastman from The Dragon Clan, dizzy from the fall, looked up to see Luna Sutton’s murderous eyes and began to struggle fiercely, “Young Master, I was just following orders!”

Malachi Arcanus stepped on his shoulder, a clear crackling of bones echoing.

He pulled a jet-black pill from his robe, tossing it to Luna Sutton, “A Bone Healing Pill, take it, it can help reduce your power consumption.”

Luna Sutton didn’t want anything from Malachi Arcanus, but seeing the men beaten to such a state, she accepted it as a slight interest.

Catching the pill, she didn’t know its effectiveness but thought of The Dragon Clan’s wealth, rich enough to pave palaces with beast cores, so whatever they offered must be a treasure.

She directly fed the pill to Zeke Veridian.

Swallowing it, Zeke Veridian’s broken bones in his legs rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, both painful and itchy, as unbearable as the sensation was.

Yet he gritted his teeth, enduring it stubbornly, not uttering a single cry.

Malachi Arcanus strolled to Luna Sutton, seeing her labor to heal Kian Sterling, his heart flashing with a bit of jealousy, quickly suppressed.

His gaze swept over her flat belly, “Running around with a baby? Can’t you be a bit more cautious?”

“Don’t get so close to me, you disgust me.”

With a flick of her hand, she slapped him loudly, the crisp crack startling birds out of the woods, “They may have beaten you back then, but they had limits and didn’t cause you significant harm. Now look at The Dragon Clan, flaunting their might.”

This scene shocked everyone present, not expecting Luna Sutton to suddenly strike Malachi Arcanus.

But inwardly, it felt gratifying, wishing Luna would slap a few more, knocking The Mad Dragon flat.

“Luna, be careful not to hurt your hand. I’ll handle such rough work next time.”

Corbin Crowley gently grabbed Luna Sutton’s wrist, blowing on it tenderly, a smile dimpling at his lips.

Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, Caelan Phoenix, and Jago all twitched their lips.

Even Kian Sterling, pretending to be unconscious, couldn’t help but have the corners of his mouth curl up.

His injuries were indeed severe, but not to the point of passing out.

He just pretended to faint upon seeing Luna, wanting to make her worry.

The crying baby gets the milk; competing for affection requires some strategy too.

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