94: Chapter 94: I was wrong.

"Giddyap!"

"Giddyap!!"

Under the moonlight, Zhou Yun was galloping through the dark night on horseback.

Behind him, Lei Lie and the Professionals were chasing desperately.

"Speed up!"

"Keep up!"

"Faster, faster!"

...

They didn't know why the City Lord had to leave the city so late at night, nor did they know where he was going.

Judging by the direction, it seemed to be towards the White Tiger Clan's tribe?

They didn't know.

They only knew that the City Lord needed them!

"Giddyap!"

"Giddyap!!"

Zhou Yun continued to spur his horse.

The horse was already running at full speed, the wind whistling in his ears, but he still felt it wasn't enough.

Feeling the city lord seal in his arms growing continuously hot, the string in his heart tightened further.

Don't...

No...

Absolutely not!

...

He didn't know how long he had been galloping when a smell of blood suddenly wafted through the wind.

The smell of blood!

Zhou Yun's pupils contracted sharply.

"Whoa!!"

He reined in his horse and stopped, looking around in the direction of the bloody scent.

Although the bright moon was hanging in the sky, the earth remained dim.

He knew he had arrived near his destination, but specifically, he had lost his direction for what lay ahead.

Where...

Where exactly is it...

"Huff..."

The wind direction changed.

A much thicker smell of blood drifted from the southwest.

"Over there!"

Zhou Yun immediately locked onto the direction.

"Giddyap!!"

Zhou Yun kicked the horse's belly hard, and the warhorse neighed as it charged out.

Crossing the final low hill, he finally found the destination he was looking for!

But... the result before his eyes made his heart wrench as if struck by a giant hammer.

He could barely breathe!

It was an entire expanse of land soaked in blood.

Hundreds of corpses of Demonic Beasts covered the entire field of vision.

There were giant lizards, black wolves, wild oxen with sharp horns, and also members of the White Tiger Clan.

At the very center of the battlefield, where the pile of corpses was the highest, a Little White Tiger was still standing.

Although one leg was broken and it was covered in blood, it was still standing!

The moonlight shone on it, very bright.

It was the only one left on the battlefield, the only member of the White Tiger Clan still standing!

And in front of it was a huge black-maned wild boar, its shoulder height almost twice that of the Little White Tiger.

It was also the only non-White Tiger Clan Demonic Beast still standing on the battlefield!

The moment Zhou Yun's gaze fell upon them...

"Roar!"

The Little White Tiger stared at the black-maned wild boar in front of it, a hoarse low roar issuing from its throat.

Even though it was the only one left, an astonishing unyielding spirit and majesty erupted from its small body.

Its meaning was clear:

Come!

Fight!!

The next moment, they moved at the same time!

One red, one black, two figures clashed and separated in the moonlight, crossing paths, and two sprays of blood erupted in the air.

Then, both sides fell to the ground simultaneously.

As the dust settled, everything went quiet.

"Haa..."

Zhou Yun widened his eyes, wanting to make a sound, but found he couldn't utter a complete syllable at all.

He clenched his fists, using all his strength, before trembling and whispering two words: "Lei Lie..."

After that, he took a deep breath, his voice echoing across the entire wilderness.

"Lei Lie!"

"Save them!!!"

...

Why did it turn out like this...

Why did you have to go to such lengths...

Is it because I brought rain for you, so you repaid me in this way, right?

Not worth it...

It's not worth it!

You were originally trying to live, yet I caused your deaths.

I was wrong...

I was wrong...

...

Zhou Yun didn't even know how he got off the horse, nor how he arrived beside the Little White Tiger.

He only knew that the Little White Tiger's chest was still rising and falling!

This filled him with immense surprise!

He quickly took out one item after another from the System space.

Jianmu Heaven-Connecting Canon, Scarlet Sword, Spirit Rice...

He didn't know what was wrong with him; both his hands were completely out of control, unable to find what he wanted no matter what.

After a long while, he finally found the black jade connection paste.

But when he tremblingly applied the black jade connection paste to the exposed bone fragments of the Little White Tiger, he discovered that while the bone injury was healing, the Little White Tiger's breath was growing weaker and weaker!

He realized the problem, hurriedly threw away the black jade connection paste, and switched to feeding it Demonic Beast meat.

"Eat, eat."

He held the Demonic Beast meat to the Little White Tiger's mouth.

"It will be fine if you eat, just eat a little."

Facing his pleading tone, the Little White Tiger didn't have the pride of "not eating food given in contempt" as before.

Its lips moved, seemingly wanting to open its mouth.

However, as soon as its mouth opened, more blood foam surged out.

Zhou Yun's breathing was completely chaotic.

He subconsciously went to cover it, but the more he covered, the more it flowed out...

Just then, hurried footsteps approached, followed by rays of golden light falling down.

The Priests had arrived!

...

The golden light from the Priests fell upon the White Tiger Clan; wounds were healing, broken bones were knitting together.

No one spoke.

On the entire battlefield, the only sounds were the low chanting of the Priests as they cast spells, and the faint hissing sound of the ointment being applied to the wounds.

Other than that, there was nothing.

The White Tiger Clan did not cry out.

No matter how deep the wounds, or how painful it was when broken bones were reset, they didn't make a sound.

They licked their own wounds where they could, and where they couldn't reach, their kin beside them helped lick.

When the Priests approached, they didn't dodge, nor did they welcome them; they just lay there quietly, letting those golden lights fall upon them.

Lei Lie led the warriors to clean up the battlefield.

They dragged the corpses of the Demonic Beasts to one side and carefully lifted the remains of the White Tiger Clan, placing them in a relatively clean open space.

No one ordered them to do so; Lei Lie just said "Find their people," and the warriors started working.

Three hundred pairs of hands searched through the blackened bloody mud, digging every White Tiger's remains from under the pile of Demonic Beast corpses.

Some remains were no longer whole.

Some were locked in a bite with Demonic Beasts, not letting go even in death; the warriors had to pry open the Demonic Beasts' mouths to retrieve the White Tiger's remains.

No one vomited.

No one complained.

They just worked with their heads down, occasionally wiping the sweat from their faces.

Zhou Yun sat beside the Little White Tiger.

From the moment the Priests started healing until now, he had been sitting here, not moving a step.

Under the combined treatment of the black jade connection paste and the Priests, the Little White Tiger's wounds were healing quickly; the blood hole pierced by the fangs had closed, the broken leg had been reattached, and the rise and fall of its chest was much steadier than before.

But Zhou Yun didn't have the feeling of relief.

He looked at the Little White Tiger's closed eyes, looked at the broken red rope on its neck, and didn't know what to say.

Say "I'm sorry"?

Sorry for what?

Sorry for bringing rain for you?

Sorry for making you feel like you owed a favor?

Sorry for this debt you repaid with your lives?

Every sentence was wrong.

Every sentence spoken felt like rubbing salt into their wounds.

So he said nothing.

Just sat there.

...

The effect of the black jade connection paste was fast.

In less than half an hour, all the surviving members of the White Tiger Clan were already standing.

Zhou Yun counted.

Including the Little White Tiger, there were nineteen alive.

A tribe of nearly one hundred, after this battle, only nineteen were left.

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