Awakening divorce, the little female is scrambled by all the big guys

Chapter 225 Blind Confidence Will Only Harm You

"Ophelia, watch out."

Seeing a cloud of black mist rush towards Ophelia, Zeref's heart immediately jumped.

Klein sensed it and immediately stood behind Ophelia.

Just as the black mist was about to touch his cheek, something was thrown out from the side, rubbing against his ear.

The garlic was smashed into the black mist, which then sizzled.

However, the black mist did not stop moving, and Ophelia immediately turned on the incandescent light.

The incandescent light dispelled the black fog, revealing Chuck hidden behind it. The sudden light made Chuck close his eyes.

He picked up the animal skin to cover his face and moved to the side. Seeing that Chuck was really afraid of incandescent light, Zeref quickly told the male behind him to turn on the incandescent light as well.

"Shine all the light on that male."

Chuck frantically dodged the incandescent lights, no longer having time to attack Ophelia.

Ophelia quickly pulled Klein back to the group.

Zeref quickly looked Ophelia up and down, and seeing that she was not injured, the breath he had been holding in his throat subsided.

"Zerev, let's go."

Ophelia led Zeref and the others to retreat.

Chuck, fearing the incandescent light, dared not chase after it any further. His face was contorted with rage as he sternly ordered the White Tiger Clan Elder beside him.

"Go after them now."

The elder then snapped out of his shock and hurriedly led the tribesmen in pursuit of the direction Ophelia and the others had fled.

Zeref and the others had already transformed into beast forms and flown into the air, and the Grand Elder was powerless against them.

He returned to the Tiger Clan tribe dejectedly, and as soon as he entered the meeting hall, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Then there were several tribesmen lying on the ground. Without exception, all the males had bite marks on their necks and had been turned into jerky.

"Have you caught him?" Chuck sat in a chair, his lips pale and his face burned.

Seeing Chuck like this, the elder's fear lessened considerably.

"They flew into the air." In other words, they weren't caught.

Upon hearing that no one had been caught, Chuck immediately crushed the armrest of the chair.

"Useless trash, a worthless fellow."

"Lord Chuck, don't be angry. Even if Ophelia and the others rescued Klein, we still obtained the method to grow the ore."

"idiot."

Chuck threw a leather strap at the elder's feet, and the contents of the strap fell out—a dead black snake.

The Grand Elder's pupils dilated. "We've been tricked?"

Chuck laughed angrily, "If we can lie to them, why can't they lie to us?"

Because he was confident he could capture Ophelia, he didn't check whether the items he received in the exchange were genuine or fake.

But he failed; he lost the person and didn't get the items back.

"Lord Chuck, it's not my fault. It was a miscalculation on our part. We didn't expect them to have..."

Under Chuck's deathly gaze, the Elder fell silent.

"Shut up. Don't worry about Ophelia's matter. Quickly lead people to find the crystal mine and start mining, otherwise I won't be able to keep it from the clan leader."

The elder turned pale with fright and hurriedly said, "Lord Chuck, please don't tell the Dark Night Clan Chief. I'll take people to find the crystal mine right now."

He knew how cold-blooded and ruthless the Dark Night Clan was, and with his son still in their hands, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

The elation that had just risen in my heart was now extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

The elder turned and summoned the tribesmen to the forest to search for crystal mines.

Chuck sat in his chair, staring at the lifeless male on the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

interesting.

Regardless, what they possessed had to be destroyed, otherwise it would be a fatal blow to the Night Clan. Chuck turned his head, took out a parchment scroll, and used a piece of charcoal to write and draw strange symbols on it.

He beckoned to a male. "Come here."

The male had just witnessed him sucking blood, and his legs went weak as he shakily walked over.

"Lord Chuck, what are your orders?"

"Go and deliver this parchment to the Night Clan." He tossed the parchment into the male's arms.

The male was somewhat frightened. "If that big shot Tucker goes to the owner, wouldn't that be like... a lamb entering a tiger's den."

Chuck sneered, "Don't worry, you went on my orders, they won't dare do anything to you."

The male breathed a sigh of relief and then took the parchment to the Night Clan.

The day after the Grand Elder captured Klein, the Dark Night Clan moved as a whole to a place only half a day's journey away from the White Tiger Clan.

Around midnight, the male of the White Tiger Clan arrived at the Dark Night Clan.

The male guarding the gate of the Dark Night Clan sensed his presence and immediately appeared before him.

"Prey delivered to their doorstep."

"Looks very young, the blood must taste good."

The two males were discussing amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on the male's neck, as if they were considering how to bite him.

The male of the White Tiger Clan spoke tremulously, "I... I'm here to deliver something on Lord Chuck's orders."

"So it was someone Chuck sent. Then we can't eat it."

"Just hand over whatever you send."

The male of the White Tiger Clan felt half relieved when he heard the two males say they wouldn't eat him.

He quickly handed over the parchment scroll he was carrying, and then turned to leave.

But after taking only a few steps, he felt a pain in his neck. He turned around in horror and saw the face of the male gatekeeper from the Dark Night Clan.

"You, you all said you wouldn't..."

Another male walked over casually, his eyes glowing red.

"How foolish! We wouldn't let something delivered to our doorstep go to waste."

"The moment Chuck decided to send you here, you were already doomed to die."

The male of the White Tiger Clan felt a deep sorrow; he could only feel his body gradually losing its warmth.

My hands and feet became cold, and I felt life gradually slipping away from me.

The two male Dark Night Clan members took turns drinking the blood of the male White Tiger Clan before reluctantly returning to the Dark Night Clan.

They brought the parchment scrolls to the chieftain of the Night Clan.

The clan chief took the parchment scroll and examined it closely, his expression changing repeatedly.

"What happened to the chieftain?" They had never seen the chieftain with such an expression before, and asked curiously.

"Chuck said someone discovered our weakness, and they have something that can restrain us."

That's right, Chuck wrote the Night Clan's special script on the parchment.

The Night Clan was the first to possess a written system, making them the first tribe in the Beast World to have a written language.

"What? He's joking, right?" The male looked incredulous.

“I want to go and see for myself.” The Dark Night Clan Chief knew Chuck’s character.

Therefore, he did not believe that the other party would joke about such a big thing.

“Chief, this journey may be dangerous. Why don’t we go instead?” the two males advised.

"If that thing really exists, it makes no difference whether you go or I go."

"I want to find out just how powerful those things are."

The chieftain of the Dark Night Clan, relying on his own strength, believed that the weapon Chuck had mentioned would not harm him.

But it was precisely this blind confidence that ultimately cost him his life.