Chapter 658 - 675: Ready to Depart in 3 Days

Chapter 658: Chapter 675: Ready to Depart in 3 Days

At the same time, her hands moved with incredible speed as she generously and precisely applied a milky-white ointment to the massive, bone-deep gash on his chest.

For the wounded who had survived this long, the fatal threat wasn’t the injury itself, but the constant blood loss and the draining of their life force.

This was why she was able to save them. Those with truly fatal injuries likely never even made it off the battlefield.

The moment the ointment touched the mangled flesh, the wound, which had been slowly seeping blood, seemed to be sealed by an invisible force. The bleeding stopped instantly!

This undoubtedly snatched them back from the brink of death, buying them precious time to live!

By the time Bai Wanwan finally finished applying the last of the ointment and straightened her aching back, the sky had grown completely dark.

The row of males lying by the wall, who had been all but given up for dead, were now breathing steadily, their chests rising and falling in a clear rhythm. Though their faces remained pale, the ashen pallor of death had receded, and their heartbeats grew increasingly steady and strong.

Bonfires had been lit nearby, and the dancing flames illuminated the profile of her face—weary, yet filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Just then, Jinying, who had been helping coordinate from the sidelines and had witnessed the entire miracle, walked over.

He looked at Bai Wanwan’s exhausted state, his eyes filled with gratitude and a subtle, almost imperceptible ache. His voice was much softer than usual. "Wanwan, thank you! Really... thank you so much. We’ll take care of the bandaging and further care from here, so you can rest easy. Jin Yi, you all should take her back so she can get some proper rest."

She truly wasn’t needed here anymore.

Bai Wanwan was both starving and exhausted; her eyelids felt incredibly heavy.

She nodded, her voice thick with fatigue. "Alright, I’ll leave things here to you. I’m heading back."

As she turned, her body weak with exhaustion, her foot landed in a pothole and she stumbled.

Jinying quickly reached out to catch her, but another male was a step ahead.

A large, warm hand steadied her lower back. Chou Rong, having returned from his hunt, was standing just behind her.

With a single, fluid motion, Chou Rong swept her up into his arms.

Bai Wanwan was truly exhausted. She looked up at his sharp jawline, smiled, and leaned against his shoulder. "Carry me back."

He answered with a low rumble, "Alright."

His arms holding her were steady as a rock. He strode toward their temporary shelter, his every step a declaration of ownership.

Yin Ze and Jin Yi turned at the same time and followed.

Jinying remained standing in place, his gaze lingering long after their figures had vanished from sight.

Chou Rong carried her back to their temporary shelter. After the meat was roasted, he tried to wake her, but she wouldn’t stir.

Bai Wanwan mumbled, "I’ll eat when I wake up."

Then she drifted back into a deep sleep...

She slept so soundly that she didn’t wake up naturally until the sun was high in the sky.

The constant turmoil and travel of the past few days had left her body completely drained.

She opened her eyes to see warm sunlight streaming through the stone window, bringing with it a sense of peace.

A moment later, a sharp pang of hunger shot through her stomach.

She quickly sat up, but she immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the room was strange.

Her three Beast Husbands—Chou Rong, Jin Yi, and Yin Ze—were all present. But they weren’t relaxing and going about their own business as usual. Instead, they stood in a loose triangle, a subtle wariness in their stances toward one another.

"What’s going on?" Bai Wanwan asked, rubbing her eyes as she propped herself up.

Hearing her voice, Chou Rong turned. His rugged face was graver than she had ever seen it. He walked to the side of the bed and explained in a somber tone, "That Fake Beast God has bizarre abilities. He can disguise himself as anyone and appears and vanishes without a trace. We have to be wary of each other and stay on high alert, just in case... he finds another opening and steals you away when we let our guard down."

The last time Bai Wanwan was taken from right under their noses by the Fake Beast God—disguised as Chou Rong—still filled them with lingering dread.

Their words instantly brought the terrifying memory back to Bai Wanwan, and a chill crept into her heart.

She immediately called out to her system in her mind. ’Hua Sheng, help me constantly scan the auras of all males who come near. If that Fake Beast God impersonates someone I know to get close to me again, you have to warn me immediately!’

"Understood, Host," the system replied instantly.

With her immediate worry addressed, another critical question came to mind. She continued asking in her thoughts, ’One more thing, Hua Sheng. Didn’t you say that according to the rules of the Beast World Continent, the most powerful males have Red Rank Talent? Why is that Fake Beast God’s power clearly far beyond the Red Rank? Does the system... have any Potions that can help males break through their limits or increase their strength?’

"Host, I regret to inform you that there are no such Potions within the system."

The system’s voice remained as calm and steady as ever. "That Fake Beast God has used some extremely evil and forbidden methods to forcibly plunder energy, allowing him to temporarily escape the constraints of this world’s rules. However, the backlash from such methods is severe. The pain and price he is paying are far beyond your imagination. As for me, as the system, I must strictly abide by the rules that maintain the balance of this world. I cannot provide items or abilities that transcend its boundaries, as that would cause an imbalance in the world’s energy and lead to the collapse of its order."

The system paused, its tone seeming to take on a reassuring quality. "Rest assured, Host. If you continue to earn Points by delaying cub-bearing for a while longer, your side will be able to accumulate enough Red Rank Powerhouses to gain a numerical advantage. Even if the Fake Beast God is slightly stronger as an individual, he won’t be able to harm you easily."

’I hope so...’ Bai Wanwan sighed to herself. She wasn’t nearly as optimistic as the system.

After all, the Fake Beast God’s target was clearly her. This wasn’t just a catastrophe threatening the entire continent; it was a sword hanging directly over her head, endangering her life and the lives of everyone she cared about.

She ate a hearty meal under the watchful care of the males. Seeing the sky outside had turned gloomy, she decided not to go out and cause any potential trouble.

If something happened, Jinying would surely come and get her.

But it wasn’t Jinying who came. Instead, the Clan Leader of the Elephant Clan arrived.

Compared to the dying figure he had been on his sickbed just days ago, or even the exhausted, haggard warrior he was after the great battle, the Clan Leader looked much improved. Though a heavy weariness still lingered in his features, his breathing was steady, and his eyes had regained some of their former wisdom and resolve.

"Young female," the Clan Leader’s voice was stronger now, filled with sincere gratitude. "Thank you. Not only did you save this old bag of bones, but you also rescued so many of the tribe’s brave males. What’s more, you were willing to wait three days for us in this time of crisis. The Elephant Clan will never forget this kindness."

Bai Wanwan quickly rose to her feet. "Clan Leader, you’re too kind. Does this mean that in three days, you are willing to travel with us to the Tiger Clan?"

Hearing her words, the Elephant Clan Leader let out a deep sigh. His gaze drifted to the window, to the devastated landscape of his tribe—a scene of ruins and rubble. His eyes filled with sorrow and reluctance.