The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 401 - 308: Godforsaken Place (Part 2)

Luna is no ordinary female; she is not only beautiful and intelligent but also incredibly powerful, surrounded by many excellent Beastmen.

This is inevitable.

Although they feel jealous and envious, it also proves Luna’s excellence.

They love her, they respect her, and they don’t want their possessiveness to bring her any psychological pressure.

Or even the pain of choice.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, and Zeke Veridian all can see that Luna cares about each of them; truly asking her to choose one would be difficult.

At that time, she would become very distressed, perhaps even depressed.

This is not what they want to see.

To love her means to make her happy, joyful, and content.

Everything else is unimportant.

"Kian Sterling, you’re overstepping."

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed slightly, his voice carrying a hint of warning.

Kian Sterling merely chuckled lightly without refuting.

Zeke Veridian’s jade eyes looked at him, speaking calmly, "Kian Sterling, don’t forget that we started as five. The little schemes in your heart, you should better take them back. If I find out you upset her again for your selfishness, don’t blame me for being rude."

As he spoke, his voice carried a trace of coldness and warning.

Kian Sterling’s smile remained unchanged, but a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, which he concealed well, quickly fading.

"You all are quite magnanimous."

He looked at the night outside the house, suddenly chuckling softly, "Rest assured, I’m even more reluctant to make her sad than you are."

As for you all... that might not be certain.

But this remark, he did not voice, letting it flit around in his heart.

......

The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was obscured by layers of clouds.

In the dense forest of Sky-mist Canyon, there was a rustling noise as several figures struggled to pass through.

"How do you navigate this godforsaken place?"

A majestic Golden Lion leaped over obstructing vines, its golden mane covered in dew, golden beast eyes scanning the surroundings, speaking irritably in a human tongue.

Following behind it was an enormously dark snake, none other than the true form of Caelus, the Young Master of The Serpent Tribe.

Upon learning that The Wolf Tribe had secluded themselves in Sky-mist Canyon, they crept over, taking advantage of the night.

Although they had heard that Sky-mist Canyon was filled with poisonous miasma and complex terrain, making it easy to lose one’s way, they came anyway for the rare treasure.

Along the way, they even came across many beastmen corpses.

Some had long been gnawed to mere bones by wild beasts, randomly scattered in the jungle like this.

Javier Ashwood irritably shook the dew off his mane, his sharp claws crushing a piece of white bone, "Looks like plenty of fools want to snatch the rare treasure. Hmph, without weighing themselves, they dare to barge into this cursed place."

Caelus’ snake tail swept through the shrubs, his massive snake head suddenly turning in a certain direction, his emerald green pupils narrowing.

Amidst the fog ahead, a tall figure was faintly visible.

That person’s black hair flowed like a waterfall, dark golden eyes gleaming coldly under the moonlight, with a handsome and wicked face, dragon embroidery faintly visible on their beast robe.

Most terrifying were the seven or eight beastmen corpses at his feet, stacked in twisted positions, their necks all marked by fatal claw marks.

"Torch Dragon?"

Javier Ashwood’s golden mane instantly bristled, instinctively retreating two steps.

Why was a member of The Dragon Clan from Aetheria here in The Lower Domain?

Even more terrifying was that he couldn’t discern the opponent’s power?

Despite being a Sixth-rank Beastman himself, he couldn’t see through it; the opponent was at least an Eighth-rank Beastman.

Not only was the opponent immensely powerful, but the mysterious Dragon Clan made their chances of victory almost negligible.

Javier Ashwood and Caelus exchanged a glance, seeing caution in each other’s eyes.

"Who are you, sir? Why are you here?"

Javier Ashwood suddenly transformed into his human form, eyes firmly locked on Mael Valerius in the thick fog, asking cautiously.

Mael Valerius nonchalantly wiped the blood off his hands, lifting his eyes with a cold smile, "You don’t deserve to know."

As soon as the words fell, he flashed and instantly transformed into a Torch Dragon, lunging forward, his colossal dragon form sweeping through the dense forest.

Caelus’ snake tongue flickered quickly, his emerald eyes filled with terror.

As he sprayed out a green toxic mist from his mouth, his snake tail turned, fleeing in the opposite direction.

This Mad Dragon could kill them as easily as crushing ants.

Javier Ashwood reacted swiftly as well; the moment Mael Valerius lunged, he rolled on the ground, transforming into his original Golden Lion form, dodging this deadly strike.

But he was still a step too slow; the sharp dragon claw tore away half the skin on his abdomen, blood dripping.

"Hiss——"

Javier Ashwood trembled in pain, his golden beast eyes filled with fear.

Fortunately, this strike didn’t hit his vital parts, though the agony of being skinned was inevitable.

He gritted his teeth against the excruciating pain, turning to leap into the nearby bushes, using the complex terrain to escape.

Mael Valerius snorted coldly, not pursuing.

He turned to look at Caelus on the other side.

The gigantic black snake had long been terrified out of its wits, scrambling towards the depths of the canyon.

However, his speed wasn’t worth mentioning in front of Mael Valerius; with a sweep of the dragon tail...

Caelus’ massive snake body was sent flying like a rag doll.

With a thunderous crash, most of the ancient trees in the dense forest collapsed, broken rocks and grass and wood flying, rustling down.

The black snake slid limply into the poisonous miasma, red oozing from the scale gaps, its life or death uncertain.

Mael Valerius transformed back to his human form, frowning irritably, "Why is it all small fry, not even a decent opponent to vent my anger on..."

The night wind swept fallen leaves past.

He looked up at the mountain shrouded in clouds and mist in the distance, under the night sky.

The Wolf Tribe resided there.

After so many days, her anger should have subsided, right?

Thinking of this, he transformed into a Torch Dragon again, soared into the air, flying towards The Wolf Tribe.

Upon landing, he transformed back into human form, standing before a high city wall.

He was about to step inside.

Suddenly, he noticed a conspicuous wooden sign hanging on the top left of the city gate, with large characters written on it — "No Dragon Clan or Dogs Allowed Entry."

Mael Valerius stared at those words, initially taken aback, then let out an amused laugh.

"It’s only been a few days, and her temper has grown; truly her style."

As he spoke, he licked his red lips, suddenly laughing out loud.

Though those words were arrogant and provocative, he strangely didn’t feel angry. Instead, it felt oddly refreshing.

Indeed, the female he had his eyes on was unique, becoming increasingly interesting.

He had no idea that the sign was put up by Lyle Sutton, instructed by Finn Arcanus, and had nothing to do with Luna Sutton.