The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 179: The Sky Has Fallen

He adjusted his posture in the air, tapping the fallen trunk with his toes to retreat several meters and avoid direct confrontation.

Before the words finished, Evan Orwell had already spread his wings.

The wings unfolded to a width of five meters, with every feather neatly arranged.

His flight stance was steady, and with a flap, he swiftly approached.

Wyatt Yardley seized the moment and tossed Seraphina Caldwell upward.

Evan Orwell safely caught her with his back, slightly tilting his long neck.

"Hold onto the feathers, don’t look down."

With that, his wings gave a sudden flap, shooting straight upward with Seraphina Caldwell.

Just in time to avoid the second attack from the Emberclaw Wolves.

Seraphina Caldwell felt her body being steadily lifted by a strong force.

The shadows of the trees rapidly fell away, and the ground became distant.

She pressed tightly against Evan Orwell’s back, her palms tingling from the tension.

Seraphina Caldwell lay on Evan Orwell’s back, gripping his feathers tightly, unable to resist glancing down.

The battle scene below was clearly visible.

Her gaze locked onto the silver-white figure in the middle, and her heartbeat quickened with each collision.

Wyatt Yardley had completely reverted to his original form, a silver-white giant python nearly six meters long.

The scales shimmered coldly in the mottled light, exposing fangs that were tightly entangled around the Emberclaw Wolves’ body.

His body strained with powerful constriction, muscles rippling with each contraction, tail firmly fixed to the ground to prevent being thrown off.

The Emberclaw Wolves’ limbs kicked furiously but were suppressed, unable to launch an attack.

But the Emberclaw Wolves were Green Rank, far stronger than the Void Lizard earlier.

It struggled frantically, its sharp claws repeatedly tearing at the snake’s body.

The silver-white scales were gouged open, blood continuously dripping.

Each scratch was deep enough to reveal flesh, with blood flowing down the seams of the scales.

Wyatt Yardley’s body trembled slightly but didn’t loosen an inch.

"Wyatt Yardley!"

Seraphina Caldwell couldn’t help but cry out, her voice trembling.

She wanted to rush down but was held tightly behind Evan Orwell.

Evan Orwell spoke in a deep voice, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll help hold it off."

High above, he could see every detail of the battlefield clearly, needing to find the right moment.

With those words, his spiritual power transformed into a sharp spike, precisely striking the wolf’s ear.

That jab brought both pain and numbness, and the wolf’s movement immediately froze.

It roared, its forelimbs abruptly raised.

Wyatt Yardley seized the opportunity, tightening his body, constricting the prey firmly.

At this moment, Isaac Vaughn had already dealt with the Void Lizard from the decaying leaves.

She unleashed her spiritual power, forming a chain that lashed out, securely binding the Emberclaw Wolves’ hind legs, loudly reminding them.

"Attack its throat! There’s no fur there; it’s the most vulnerable!"

The chain quickly constricted, the metallic luster flashing under the sunlight.

Her footsteps didn’t stop, maintaining control while observing the changes in the battle.

As soon as she spoke, the spiritual lock chain suddenly tightened.

The Emberclaw Wolves, in pain, howled to the sky, its actions thoroughly disoriented.

Its hind legs were pulled to one side, losing balance and stumbling back several steps.

Kaelan Hawthorne and Gideon Larkin immediately followed up.

Gideon Larkin lowly growled, lunging at the wolf’s hind legs, landing a fierce paw strike on the joint, causing it to stagger a step.

Bones emitted a dull crashing sound, the wolf’s leg buckled, nearly dropping to a knee.

Gideon Larkin leapt away, avoiding the retaliatory claws.

Kaelan Hawthorne seized the chance, circling to the side, agilely leaping up, biting at the soft spot of the wolf’s neck.

Though unable to penetrate the tough hide, leaving only shallow tooth marks, it successfully attracted its focus.

Saliva mixed with blood strands, she quickly retreated, not lingering to fight.

The Emberclaw Wolves, surrounded by five people, grew increasingly frantic.

It suddenly burst free, breaking Isaac Vaughn’s spiritual restraint, turning to pounce at Wyatt Yardley, attempting to bite down.

At that moment, Evan Orwell took action, spiritual power striking directly at its eyes.

A brilliant light exploded in its consciousness, intense pain spreading from its eyes throughout its body.

The wolf cried out miserably, rolling chaotically on the ground, clawing wildly, unable to stand firm.

Dust soared, stones erupted.

Surrounding grass and trees were swept aside.

Its pupils contracted intensely, vision blurring.

Without hesitation, Wyatt Yardley dashed close to the Emberclaw Wolves’ neck, sinking sharp fangs into the flesh.

He did not release his bite, ensuring venom was completely injected.

The venom entered its body, causing the massive creature to suddenly stiffen, limbs twitching a few times.

Then with a thud, it crashed to the ground, motionless.

The air abruptly stilled, only the sound of wind through leaves remaining.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, confirming the danger was over.

Wyatt Yardley slowly released his mouth, the wound still bleeding.

He managed to change back to human form, looking up at Seraphina Caldwell floating in the air, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Seraphina, are you okay?"

Evan Orwell descended slowly, feet landing on the stone-strewn ground with a dull sound.

Seraphina Caldwell immediately slid down, feet touching the ground, then rushed forward, directly towards Wyatt Yardley.

When she reached Wyatt Yardley, her steps halted, gaze fixed on the wound at his waist, her eyes instantly turning red.

"Wyatt Yardley, why are you bleeding so much..."

Her gaze couldn’t move away from the wound with skin turned inside out.

The edges of the split were smeared with a mix of dried and fresh blood.

Some skin was torn beyond recognition.

Without thinking, almost instinctively, she summoned Spiritual Spring Water, a tiny droplet forming at her fingertip.

She gently dripped the water onto his wound.

Then something peculiar happened.

The moment the droplet touched the wound, it began to swiftly close.

In just a few breaths, the wound completely vanished.

The skin returned to its original state, not leaving a trace.

Seraphina Caldwell: ! 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Her hand suddenly stopped, suspended in the air, fingertips still retaining the moisture that hadn’t dripped down.

The entire person was dumbfounded, body rigid, unable to move.

She looked down at her fingers, then at Wyatt Yardley’s smooth skin.

Her mind buzzed blankly, thoughts a chaotic jumble.

What had she done?

She had just used Spiritual Spring Water directly in front of these villainous Beast Husbands?

The air around seemed frozen.

She felt as if the sky had fallen.

Wyatt Yardley lowered his eyes, glanced at her pale face, noticing the lingering moisture on her fingertips.

He reached to touch his own healing wound, a glint in his eyes appeared, seemingly understanding something.

He reached out, pulling her into an embrace, tugging the cloak tighter, enveloping her completely, not allowing her to be exposed any further.

"Evan Orwell, help Gideon Larkin and Kaelan Hawthorne with their injuries. We need to move quickly; the smell of blood here is too strong and will attract more beasts."

Evan Orwell paused, his brow slightly twitching.

His gaze swept over Wyatt Yardley’s arm, confirming that the severely injured spot now showed no signs.

He then looked at Seraphina Caldwell’s tense shoulders, seeing her slightly trembling figure.

A moment later, he withdrew his gaze, nodded and said, "Alright."

He walked over, crouching down to check Gideon Larkin’s injuries first.

Taking out the powder and bandages he carried with him, he began a simple dressing.

Gideon Larkin had fought fiercely, his arm slashed open, gritting his teeth and shouting in pain.

Hardly paying attention to the changes on Wyatt Yardley’s side, mouth continuously complaining.

"That wicked wolf was too fierce, almost tearing all my fur off!"

Kaelan Hawthorne was wounded at waist-side, the injury quite severe.

The skin and flesh curled, blood seeping down the waistline.

Instead of thorough treatment, Evan Orwell did basic care, cleaning the wound before applying hemostatic medicine, then bandaging it.

He knew this injury would leave a scar.

During the treatment, he kept his peripheral gaze on the event that had just unfolded.

He had seen it all clearly.

Seraphina Caldwell had nothing in her hand, merely her fingertips brushing Wyatt Yardley’s wound, and that dreadful injury instantly disappeared.