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Chapter 237 Never to See Father Again
Lai Shiba stood there stunned, the arrogant figure in his pupils vanishing in an instant.

He let out a gasp, as if a dull knife had ripped through his lungs, causing excruciating pain.

After a long while, a rumbling sound from afar jolted him awake.

Lai Shiba frowned, his hands clenched tightly, and his fingernails had scratched his palms, with blood seeping from between his fingers.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if trying to crush something that was choking him. After a long while, he grinned, a self-deprecating smile. He glanced one last time in the direction of the Black Crocodile Swamp, gritted his teeth, and turned to run in the opposite direction.

Going in the opposite direction.

He also wanted to be like that snake, to fight against all the tribes of Beishan for the sake of females.

But he was not a snake. He had neither the mark of a bond with a female nor the ties of a vow, nor did he obtain what he wanted. He was ultimately a wandering beastman, and the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm had flowed through his body for many years.

Under the beast tide, even a nine-star patterned beastman could be crushed into mincemeat.

He would never sacrifice himself for a female.

Lai Shiba chuckled softly, his handsome face displaying a complex expression, first bitter, then calm, and finally settling into indifference.

What's wrong with being alive?

*
Teng didn't even glance back to see if Lai Shiba was following.

He swiftly reached the edge of the Black Crocodile Swamp, his dark green pupils suddenly contracting.

The overwhelming tide of beasts pressed in like dark clouds, stretching as far as the eye could see. These tribes of beastmen, who used to fight each other endlessly, were now so united, swarming towards the Black Crocodile Swamp like madmen, their roars shaking the rotten mud of the swamp.

He had lived in Beishan for many years and had never seen such a grand scene.

Teng clenched his fists, his dark green eyes sweeping over the orc through his disheveled black hair, his expression gloomy and cold.

"hiss--"

The black serpent suddenly sprang up, its thick body crushing through the beast horde, its scales clanging like metal clashing.

His triangular head was raised high, his vertical pupils gleaming with a venomous cold light. With a flick of his massive tail, blood and bones splattered wherever he went. He was already at the peak of the Seven Star Pattern, and he could clear a scarlet vacuum zone in an instant by breaking through the beast horde.

Behind the vines, the pressure on Luo Heng's body suddenly eased.

The flying orc's sharp gaze instantly locked onto the gap torn open by the Teng in the beast tide.

The enormous, jet-black serpent writhed and swung its tail; its scales reflected a cold luster in the blood mist.

"Wow—"

A sharp screech pierced the sky, and the flying orc's wings whipped up a bloody wind as it swooped down!

Their claws, sharp as steel knives, sliced ​​across the massive body of the Teng, sending black scales flying and blood dripping down, leaving a warm trail in the muddy snow.

"hiss--!"

A sharp pain struck, and Teng let out a hiss.

He suddenly raised his upper body, his huge mouth like a guillotine, and bit down on the eagle that couldn't take off in time. The snake's body tightened layer by layer, and the feathers mixed with the cracking bones made a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound.

When the snake's body loosened, the twisted eagle skeleton had already died and fallen into the bloody mud.

Dozens more piercing cries echoed from the sky as flying beastmen circled and attacked Teng.

They were naturally superior to the snake-beastmen. Their sharp claws and beaks flashed silver in the snow, and with each dive they could precisely rip off a large chunk of flesh from the Teng. In an instant, the scales on the Teng's massive body were scattered, and blood splattered like a torrential rain.

Behind the vine barrier, Luo Heng let out a suppressed gasp, her lips whiter than the snow falling from the sky.

He tilted his head, his long, slender fingers clenched tightly, and vines shot up from the ground, wrapping around Teng's body and dragging him back.

Seeing this, the smaller jackal-man seized the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, its fangs only inches away from Teng's snake tail.

Luo Heng's pupils constricted sharply as he exerted force against the jackal-man, pulling Teng back in the process. The moment the vine barrier exploded, the snake-man crashed heavily at his feet, and Luo Heng staggered, slamming into a wooden stake behind him, a trace of blood escaping his throat. Teng's dark green vertical pupils were filled with ferocity as he gasped for breath, his massive snake body covered in wounds.

Luo Heng stared intently at the vine barrier, veins bulging on the back of her pale hands. Her voice was hoarse, as if squeezed from her lungs, and she said to Teng in a deep voice, "Take Fu Ying with you! I can't hold on much longer!"

Teng's vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and its serpentine body twisted and transformed into a human form in the pool of blood.

He looked at the bloodstains on Luo Heng's lips, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. Although he hated this orc who had hurt A Ying, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at this moment, and he spat out a single word through gritted teeth: "...Fine."

Without another word, Teng dashed off like an arrow into the depths of the Black Crocodile Swamp.

Luo Heng breathed a sigh of relief and poured the last of her strength into the vines.

"Pfft-"

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, utterly exhausted, yet the blood-stained vines grew several inches more wildly.

Luo Heng's consciousness was somewhat scattered, and her memories were like snowflakes falling from the sky.

The transformation from a moonflower to a beastman has become blurred; I only vaguely remember the excruciating pain of my roots being torn apart into bones.

But his memories after becoming an orc were extremely clear; he became a version of himself who was forever cowering in the shadows, trembling.

By keeping the beast tide at bay, they gave Fuying and the cubs time to leave.

This was probably the bravest he'd ever been.

Luo Heng tugged at the corners of her lips, a hint of sadness in her purple eyes.

Just then, Teng's voice came from afar, a roar that carried his usual arrogance: "Luoheng! Live! If you die, Aying will be heartbroken!"

Luo Heng was slightly taken aback, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her purple eyes.

*
Teng hurriedly returned to the bamboo house, but Fuying was nowhere to be seen, and Danyue's residence was empty.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was terribly gloomy.

“Teng!” Bai Cang’s voice came.

Teng suddenly turned around, his gaze shifting from Bai Cang to Tuanzi, whose face was pale and who looked timid.

He strode forward, scooped up Tuanzi in his arms, and asked in a low, tense voice, "Where's Aying?"

Teng knew very well that Aying was never one to run away; she couldn't have left on her own, something must have happened.

“Aying gave birth, and Danyue took her away,” Bai Cang said succinctly.

Upon hearing this, Teng frowned, unsure whether to breathe a sigh of relief or become even more worried.

Bai Cang glanced at Tuanzi; the little girl's eyes were red, and tears were welling up in them.

He went inside and carried Changsheng out, gently placing him in Teng's arms. His voice was calm, yet undeniably authoritative: "Take them to the beach and wait for Aying."

Teng's eyes flickered slightly, and she subconsciously tightened her arms around Tuanzi and Changsheng, protecting the two cubs tightly in her embrace. She looked up at Bai Cang, who had a calm expression, her Adam's apple bobbing, but she didn't know what to say.

"I believe you." Bai Cang raised his hand and pressed heavily on his shoulder, his narrow eyes curving into a faint arc.

Teng's brows furrowed with a hint of ferocity, and his voice was hoarse: "You'd better come back alive."

Bai Cang chuckled softly, his slender fingers pulling off the black-gold headband from his forehead, revealing jet-black star patterns as dark as the night sky.

He gently tied the knot to Tuanzi's forehead, concealing the faint black star pattern on her forehead.

"Ah Fei, be a good girl and listen to your father Teng. Wait for your father to come find you." Bai Cang brushed his fingertips across Tuanzi's wet eyelashes. His voice was very soft. Sunlight fell on his beautiful face, revealing fine dappled light, making him almost hazy in his beauty.

(End of this chapter)