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Chapter 225 It would have been better to be killed than not to be killed
And so, the three hurriedly returned to the Golden Eagle tribe, which was suffering repeated defeats.

The addition of two nine-star extreme realm experts instantly turned the tide of the battle, after all, the patriarch of the vulture clan was only at the seven-star level.

Seeing their plans about to fail and their efforts about to end in vain, how could the inherently greedy vulture clan swallow this insult?

They cast their venomous gazes at Wu, the mutated golden eagle who had once come one step away from becoming the leader of the Golden Eagle tribe.

Now, he's nothing but a piece of trash with shattered star patterns.

If they could capture the people and bring them back to the tribe, hanging them on the altar and letting their tribesmen devour them, it would serve as a deterrent to the Golden Eagle tribe! Even if this invasion of territory failed, the prestige of their Vulture tribe would not be damaged!
With such a wicked plan in mind, the vulture clan launched a bluffing attack, taking advantage of the chaos to abduct the duck.

Bai Cang was, after all, a land-based beastman. Even though he had reached the Nine-Star Extreme Realm, he was still unable to bring back the duck that had fallen into the hands of the vultures when faced with a flock of vultures soaring through the sky.

If Luoheng hadn't accurately pinpointed the duck's location by using the vegetation along its return path, the vulture clan's intentions might have succeeded.

However, although the person was saved, he was on the verge of death and completely unconscious.

The vulture clan, feeling resentful after their defeat, vented their hatred on the duck.

His skin was covered with pecking marks and lacerations, and there was hardly a patch of unscathed skin on his body. He had been tortured to the point of barely clinging to life. The shaman of the Golden Eagle tribe was not skilled in healing, and Wu was now burning up with fever and in critical condition.

Bai Cang glanced at Fu Ying, whose expression was cold and aloof, and said softly, "Now that you're back, Wu will be fine."

Although fever is a harbinger of death for the tribal orcs, after witnessing Fuying's prowess, he naturally had no doubt about her abilities. After all, she was a female who could even reshape star patterns.

Fu Ying responded softly and stepped into the depths of the cave. When she saw the duck lying on the dry grass, she almost didn't recognize it.

In her eyes, Wu was as sharp as a spear. Even though he had been a wandering orc for a time and suffered humiliation, his back never bent in the slightest. His golden-red eyes always held an almost cold clarity.

But the duck in front of me was covered in blood, and even the straw beneath it was stained red.

He seemed to be in great pain, his body contorted in a strange way, every inch of his exposed skin covered with hideous wounds, and his once handsome face, which had captivated the females, was now marred by claw marks.

Fu Ying paused, her chest heaving, a cold glint of murderous intent flashing in her narrow eyes.

Bai Cang noticed her emotional fluctuations, and tightened his grip on her slightly cool hand.

His voice was low and deep: "The vulture clan is known for its ruthless methods and cruelty, and it is already a blessing that Wu was not killed immediately after falling into their hands."

Luo Heng glanced at him, then silently looked at Wu, who was lying on the straw, oblivious to everything.

The duck was indeed not killed, but it would have been better if it had been killed.

His limbs were all broken, and his body was covered in wounds. It was said that he was left with only one life, but if he were to drag such a crippled body to survive on the dog-eat-dog world of the orcs, he would rather die.

After all, someone who can't even stand up would be abandoned even in a tribe.

Fuying closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again; her emotions had returned to calm.

She released Bai Cang's hand, turned to look at him, and whispered, "You two go out first."

Bai Cang looked at her deeply, placed a kiss on her forehead, and said tenderly, "We'll be right outside."

Fu Ying nodded, and only after Bai Cang's figure had walked away did she turn her gaze to Luo Heng, who was standing quietly to the side. The moment their eyes met, Luo Heng's purple pupils flickered slightly, and her hands hanging at her sides tightened suddenly, as if she were somewhat uneasy, but she still said, "No matter what happens, no matter what you want to do, I will help you."

He finished speaking very quickly, and before Fuying could speak, his tall figure left in a near-frantic manner. His long, purple curly hair drew a messy arc in the dim cave, and a faint fragrance wafted in the air.

Fu Ying watched his retreating figure, her eyes lowered slightly, before she looked away after a moment.

She stepped forward and sat cross-legged beside Wu, her hand gripping his wrist. His wrist, which was once strong enough to lift a heavy spear, now felt like a powerless withered branch.

After a long while, Fu Ying finally let go of her hand, looked down at the duck, and then raised her hand to touch the golden and red bird pattern on her waist. The cold pattern was very dim, as if it would disappear at any moment.

She pursed her lips, took out a lustrous pill, pinched Wu's chin, and put it into his mouth.

However, the duck lost consciousness and even had difficulty swallowing.

She frowned slightly, leaned down and covered his lips with hers, her tongue deftly parting his tightly closed lips and teeth, slowly pushing the pill inside. She felt his Adam's apple bob with difficulty, and Fuying's brows relaxed slightly.

With a wave of her hand, a familiar bathtub appeared in the cave, its water shrouded in white mist.

During her time traveling, her reserves of spiritual herbs greatly increased, and the reserves of the orc continent did not disappoint her.

Fu Ying carefully squeezed the medicinal herbs into juice, dropping them drop by drop into the bathtub. Ripples spread across the water's surface, and a unique fragrance wafted through the air. Luo Heng, standing at the cave entrance, twitched her nostrils and turned to look at Bai Cang, who stood at the cave entrance, just inches from the cliff face. She whispered, "Wu will be alright, won't he?"

Bai Cang glanced at him with a slight smile, her long silver hair dancing wildly in the wind, but she did not answer.

At this moment, a violent gust of air rose from the cave entrance, and a golden figure soared through the air, transforming into a slender figure upon landing.

Yu Li's face was gloomy, and his golden eyes were churning with terrifying waves. Without saying a word, he was about to walk into the cave.

Luo Heng frowned and reached out to stop Yu Li: "She is saving Wu, don't disturb her."

Yu Li naturally knew who Luo Heng was referring to when she said "she". His chest heaved violently, and he let out a few suppressed gasps. He took deep breaths and finally calmed down after a while.

When I learned what had happened from my tribesmen, it felt as if my chest had been torn apart by sharp claws.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling.

But he knew very well that if his brother were to die, the backbone of the Golden Eagle tribe would be broken.

As the leader of the Golden Eagle tribe, he disregarded the lives of his people when they faced a life-or-death situation. Although he was pursuing what he considered more important, the guilt surging in his blood still filled him with fear.

Yu Li exhaled a deep breath, looked at Luo Heng with a solemn expression, and then turned to Bai Cang: "Thank you."

The three people present all knew exactly what he was thanking.

Bai Cang crossed his arms, his amber eyes holding a half-smile: "Thank you? That's too kind. In fact, we should be thanking you. Thank you for protecting us all the way. You've worked hard."

He emphasized the last syllable of his voice slightly, carrying an unspoken sharpness.

(End of this chapter)