The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 79: Shameless Male

At the same time, Corbin Crowley followed the river downstream, quickly discovering many footprints along the banks of Umbraflow.

There were footprints of various animals and human-shaped footprints.

His silver eyes flickered as he squatted down to carefully observe these footprints.

The animal footprints were too numerous and chaotic to be easily identified, but the human-shaped footprints were definitely easy to distinguish.

Judging by size and depth, they seemed to belong to a man and a woman.

Moreover, from the chaos of the footprints, it appeared that they had stayed here for a considerable amount of time.

To be more precise, the people should be nearby.

His silver eyes swept through the dim light, and he began to search the vicinity.

Soon after, Corbin Crowley discovered a hidden cave located at a steep cliff.

Outside the cave, there were piles of dry firewood, clear signs of someone having lived there.

Pricking up his ears, he faintly heard sounds coming from within.

His footsteps instinctively became lighter as he slowly approached the cave entrance.

Then he noticed a strong aroma of roasting meat wafting from within the cave.

This further confirmed his suspicion that there were indeed people inside, most likely Quinn Morgan and Warwick Storm.

As he drew nearer to the cave, the voices inside became increasingly clearer.

"Warwick, my head really hurts. There are so many things I can’t remember."

This was the voice of the leader’s partner, which means it was Quinn Morgan’s voice. It sounded weak, exhausted, and a bit confused.

Corbin Crowley paused, frowning.

From what it seemed, Quinn Morgan had lost her memory?

His heart was surprised, then he heard Warwick Storm’s voice.

"If you can’t remember, then don’t think about it. Anyway, they’re not important memories. As long as you remember I’m your male, that’s enough."

Corbin Crowley: "..."

This shameless male really knew how to take advantage of the situation.

He sneered inwardly, ceasing to eavesdrop further, and walked inside.

No hint of discretion at all.

Warwick was merely a Fourth-stage Beastman; he was utterly beneath his notice.

"Who?"

Warwick was talking to Quinn Morgan when suddenly he’d heard footsteps, and his face dramatically changed. He swiftly turned to the cave entrance, encountering an extremely cold pair of silver eyes.

"Corbin.. Corbin Crowley?"

His expression was terrified, as though he had seen something dreadful, and his entire being felt like he was plunged into an ice cellar, chilled from head to toe.

Although he was from The Raging Lion Tribe, he knew a bit about the situation in The Wolf Tribe, aware that the beastman present was the most formidable of the younger generation of The Wolf Tribe.

His body reacted faster than his mind, emitting a faint golden glow as he instantly transformed into a majestic Golden Lion.

"Roar..."

He raised his head and roared but did not engage Corbin Crowley head-on, swiftly carrying Quinn Morgan as he charged out of the cave.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes flashed with mockery, sneering disdainfully as white light shimmered and he transformed into the towering, majestic Silver-moon Grey Wolf.

The eerie silver eyes glimmered with a chilling light, sending shivers down the spine.

"Awoo..."

He lifted his head and howled, his limbs swiftly propelling him to block the cave entrance, obstructing Warwick’s path.

Warwick looked at Corbin Crowley blocking his way, his face instantly turned pale, the huge Golden Lion’s eyes were full of despair.

It’s over!

This time it’s truly over!

He hadn’t expected his luck to be so bad, actually running into Corbin Crowley this calamity here.

The opponent was the strongest of the younger generation from The Wolf Tribe, with Half-step Sixth Rank strength, far beyond what he could contend with.

Escape?

Absolutely impossible!

Fight?

Can’t win!

What to do?

Thinking of Quinn Morgan on his back, the huge Golden Lion’s eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness.

The only way to survive now was to use Quinn Morgan as a hostage.

Although Quinn Morgan betrayed Lyle Sutton, in name, she was still Lyle Sutton’s partner. If Quinn Morgan were to die, Corbin Crowley might have a hard time reporting back.

With this thought, he hesitated no longer, suddenly flinging Quinn Morgan off his back and pressing sharp claws against her neck.

His gaze directed at Corbin Crowley, cold and ruthless as he said: "Corbin Crowley, don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her."

Quinn Morgan, suddenly thrown from the lion’s back, was in such pain that cold sweat poured from her body, her face growing paler, and her forehead, which had just stopped bleeding, started to bleed again, even knocking off the applied herbs, exposing the hideous wound.

Right now, she couldn’t even care about the pain in her body, staring at the cold, sharp claws pressed against her neck in terror, screaming shrilly.

"Ah... Save me, don’t kill me, don’t kill me..."

Her expression was extremely terrified, almost on the verge of collapse.

Quinn Morgan completely didn’t understand; the beastman who had just professed to be her male and promised to protect her was now trying to take her life?

She was unaware that although Warwick loved her and had even risked his own safety to go to The Wolf Tribe to rescue her, he would still abandon her without hesitation when his life was truly threatened.

Warwick looked at Quinn Morgan, who was on the ground screaming in panic, the huge Golden Lion’s eyes showing some unwillingness, but he still didn’t let her go, keeping his claws firmly pressed against her throat.

His gaze coldly shifted to Corbin Crowley, threatening icily: "Get out of the way, let us leave, or I’ll kill her, and let’s see how you’ll explain it to Lyle Sutton when you return."

Corbin Crowley’s tall, silvery body blocked the cave entrance, listening to Warwick’s threats, his expression full of ridicule, disdainfully saying: "She’s your partner, not mine? What does it matter to me whether she dies or not? Besides, the leader only asked me to bring you back, didn’t specify that it had to be alive, dead is not an issue..."

Warwick’s Golden Lion’s eyes grew even more frightened; he hadn’t expected Corbin Crowley to say such things, completely immune to his threats.

Initially thinking that Quinn Morgan’s status as Lyle Sutton’s partner might cause some consideration on the other side, but clearly, he had thought too much.

"You... don’t come any closer, or I really will kill her!"

Warwick threatened loudly, filled with hypocrisy.

The claws that were pressing against Quinn Morgan’s neck inched closer, almost piercing her skin.

However, his voice trembled, exposing the fear within his heart.

Quinn Morgan had been frightened senseless, trembling like a sieve, enduring the thread of pain from her neck, not even daring to scream.

Afraid that Warwick’s claws would pierce her throat.

Corbin Crowley looked at Warwick’s expression as if observing a clown.

He chuckled lightly, the ghostly wolf eyes full of disdain, gracefully stepping closer.

With each step he took, Warwick’s heart trembled a little more.

When Corbin Crowley reached a distance of five steps away, Warwick finally couldn’t bear the fear within, releasing Quinn Morgan and lunging with all his might toward Corbin Crowley.

Clearly intending to force his way out.

"Courting death!"

Corbin Crowley watched the charging Golden Lion, his cold wolf eyes flashing with killing intent.

His body suddenly exerted force, a silver ice spike emerging from the crescent moon-shaped mark on his forehead, rapidly striking Warwick.

This was his Talent Ability, an ice-based attack.

Warwick, caught off guard, was hit, shivering in agony, bloodstained, yet his body didn’t stop, still rushing desperately toward the cave’s exit.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes were icy, leaping vigorously, his sharp wolf claws slicing through the opponent’s neck.

"Slash..."

Blood sprayed instantly, staining Warwick’s golden mane.

"Bang..."

Warwick’s huge body crashed to the ground, convulsing several times before becoming completely still.

From the moment Corbin Crowley appeared to his death, only a few minutes had passed.

Quinn Morgan stared blankly at Warwick, lying lifelessly on the ground, her mind blank until the pain from her neck brought her back to reality, realizing she was still alive.

She covered the claw-cut wounds on her neck with her hand; bright red blood flowed down, soaking her fingers.

Death was so close to her, and she truly felt the fear of dying.