The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 182 - 178: Nolan Sterling’s Breakdown

Nolan Sterling burst into maniacal laughter, as if suddenly struck by madness.

He even started performing the Fox Clan’s sacrificial dance on the spot, his animal skin robe creating an afterimage, "Hahaha, old Rhino, you’ve got mushrooms growing on your head, hahaha..."

Inside, however, he was crying rivers of tears, viciously thinking of returning to kill all these Beastmen.

That way, no one would spread the story of his disgrace.

It was practically a lifelong shadow.

The Ironclad Rhino painfully broke off the blackened tip of his horn, fearing that if he didn’t, his whole body would rot away.

"Your Highness, forgive me!"

He watched the deranged Nolan Sterling and picked up a nearby broken log as thick as a water tank to smash it toward Umbraflow.

The venom splashed onto Nolan’s snow-white fox tail, instantly burning three charred holes.

"Awo..."

Nolan cried out and leaped to the treetops, the pain bringing him some clarity, trembling as he took out a prepared pill and popped it into his mouth.

The pill swallowed down.

He finally stopped the maniacal laughter, but black blood began seeping from his seven orifices.

A hundred meters away, hidden in a rock crevice, Malachi Arcanus lay there watching silently, trembling with excitement: "Tsk tsk, Kian Sterling, your elder brother’s dance isn’t bad at all; too bad there are no females around. Otherwise, he could have charmed a whole lot, and they’d be screaming to bear little fox cubs..."

Kian Sterling gave Malachi a sidelong glance, his lips curving into a teasing grin, "You’ve reminded me. Next time he dances, I’ll record it with Illusion Tree leaves and send it as a New Year’s gift to the females of Beast King City."

"Why don’t we hang him upside down on the Ghost Cry Vine later?"

Rhys Blackwood’s snake tail wrapped around a glowing Illusion Leaf, "I heard that the crown prince of Beast King City dancing a courtship dance can even cure infertility?"

Zeke Veridian hid behind a branch, his emerald eyes fixed on that side, noticing that Nolan stopped his laughter after taking a pill, and slightly frowned: "Not good, he neutralized the poison of the Ghost Cry Vine."

Before the words were fully spoken.

Rhys suddenly plunged his entire arm into the venomous river, his pale skin instantly showing snake scale patterns: "Then let’s add a little more."

Black mist poured crazily from his fingertips, and the entire Umbraflow suddenly boiled like ink, with partially dissolved corpses floating on top.

"Ugh..."

Zeke pinched his nose and quickly retreated, "So disgusting, if Cynthia Sutton knew how poisonous you are, she might be scared to sleep with you."

Here.

Though Nolan stopped his maniacal laughter, black blood seeped from his seven orifices as he staggered and fell from the treetops.

His legs went weak as he fell, one foot nearly stomping on the Ghost Cry Vine, his face as grave as a ghost’s.

The Old Ironclad Rhino, seeing this, hurried to support him, his voice anxious: "Your Highness, this place is no longer tenable. We must retreat at once!"

The enemy clearly laid traps waiting, and any further action would only lead to greater losses.

A fierce and venomous glint flashed in Nolan’s eyes, his handsome, seductive face contorted with dark fury, gritting his teeth: "Retreat? If I don’t skin Kian Sterling alive today, I won’t stop!"

Corbin Crowley stood atop the mountain, his silver gaze looking down at the chaos among the Beastmen below.

He waved at the Wolf Tribe Beastmen hidden in the back: "Time to close the net — catapult the stones..."

Instantly, hundreds of massive stones wrapped in Ghost Cry Vine rumbled down from the mountain top.

The stones crashed down like raindrops, menacingly, as if intending to fill the entire Umbraflow.

"Get away quickly!"

The Old Ironclad Rhino roared, dragging Nolan aside to dodge.

Unfortunately, the stones came too quickly; many Beastmen in the group failed to react in time, instantly smashed into a bloody mess.

Even those lucky enough to survive acted mad, wildly gesticulating and laughing uncontrollably.

"Help! My foot’s melting!"

A Leopard Beastman soaked in the Umbraflow, crawled onto the shore in terror.

The next second, he was crushed back into the Umbraflow by a falling stone from the mountaintop, the venomous water churning violently, and in a blink, his bones vanished.

Nolan was dragged to the nearby dense forest by the Old Ironclad Rhino, away from the area where the stones fell, to avoid being turned into pulp.

He watched his team smashed into pieces by the falling stones, some laughing crazily, some coughing up blood, and some gesticulating wildly before falling into the Umbraflow — their bodies eventually dissolved by the venom.

Nolan’s face was dark as death, his heart a blaze of fury almost burning through the heavens.

He glared fiercely at the opposite bank of the Umbraflow, as if through the layers of mist, he could tear Kian Sterling to shreds.

Suddenly feeling an itch on his nose, he wiped it to find it covered in black blood, his face turning even more grim.

In the distance, Luna Sutton hid in a thicket, having already found and swallowed Detoxification Herbs upon realizing the air was poisoned.

She peeked through the gaps in the bushes, laughing hysterically as if having an epileptic fit.

"Hahaha, Nolan looks so funny like this, even if he manages to escape back to Beast King City, this incident will haunt him for a lifetime, and he might never dare to set foot here again."

She laughed so hard her whole body trembled, unable to stop, yet too afraid of being discovered by Nolan to laugh out loud.

Jago had already quietly inched close to Nolan, cupping a clump of mud mixed with excrement and urine in an animal skin.

This guy was busy wiping the black blood from his face, completely unaware of the leopard eyeing him with intense vigilance from behind.

The system was eager for some fun, urging Luna in her mind, "Host, quick! Smear him while he’s wiping his face!"

Luna twitched at the corner of her mouth, silently cursing: The system has such a wicked sense of humor.

But she didn’t refute, instead whispering, "Jago, aim for his face, fire!"

Jago squinted his eyes and suddenly flung his head, and with a "splat" sound, mud mixed with gold-colored feces and the urine he just relieved, was perfectly smeared all over Nolan Sterling’s handsome face.

Nolan Sterling was utterly dumbfounded, his fingers trembling as he reached for his face. When his fingertips touched the sticky, stinky mud carrying a whiff of urine, his entire face contorted.

"What is this disgusting stuff?"

He abruptly stepped back, his voice changing pitch, sounding like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

The Old Ironclad Rhino quickly helped him, but was almost driven to vomit by the smell, "Your Highness, you... you have mud on your face."

"Mud?"

Nolan Sterling’s voice was sharp, nearly breaking, "Is this mud? This is clearly... ugh."

Before finishing his words, the stench caused him to retch, as the black blood mixed with mud ran down his cheeks, looking as pathetic as if he’d crawled out of a cesspit.

"Hahaha..."

Luna laughed until snot came out, bubbling as it did.

Realizing her situation, she awkwardly wiped it with paper from the system backpack.

She turned to Jago and laughed, "Jago, beautifully done, he’ll probably never forget this smell for the rest of his life."

Secretly observing, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus wore a variety of expressive faces.

Earlier, they had noticed that Jago, Luna’s mount, was holding something while stealthily approaching Nolan Sterling.

At the time, they were puzzled, wasn’t Jago supposed to be returning with Luna to The Wolf Tribe?

Why is he appearing now at The Salt Lake?

Before they could ponder more,

they saw Nolan Sterling’s face smeared with mud, mixed with gold-colored stuff, sticky yet quite moist...

"Is this fresh leopard feces mixed with urine?"

Malachi Arcanus laughed so hard he nearly got winded, shaking all over, like he’d suddenly gone mad, completely unable to stop.

As he laughed, he said, "Little Luna is so amusing, truly too amusing."

Kian Sterling’s Illusion Leaf on his fingertips was recording Nolan Sterling’s frantic expression; he chuckled lightly, "The Fox Clan’s beauty secret, enhanced version, beautification and rejuvenation."

Corbin Crowley clenched his fists with a cracking sound, a barely noticeable smile flashed in his silver eyes.

Luna, pregnant, sneaked over and dared to play with feces? She’s gonna get suspended and whipped when she goes back.

However... thinking of Nolan Sterling’s pitiful face made him unable to suppress a smirk.

Zeke Veridian hid behind a branch, a hint of disdain flashing in his emerald eyes, pinching his nose while muttering under his breath, "This stinks! Luna’s trick is so ruthless."

Totally unaware that his term of address had shifted from Luna Sutton to Luna.

Rhys Blackwood’s cold face rarely revealed a hint of a smile, "This works well, maybe next time consider using snake venom."

Meanwhile, a string of electronic sounds suddenly rang in Luna’s mind.

"Ding, Zeke Veridian’s goodwill increased by 5, reaching 70, entering the ’likes’ stage, rewarding host with a [Simple Celestial Instrument], which can check the weather for the next seven days. The reward has been sent to the system backpack, please check later."

"Ding, Malachi Arcanus’s goodwill increased by 5, reaching 65, please keep up the good work."

Listening to the voice in her head, her expression was a bit dazed.

Why did the goodwill suddenly increase?

Before understanding what was going on,

the Old Ironclad Rhino finally noticed Jago’s presence and roared angrily, "Where did this leopard come from? How dare you be so rude to the prince!"

Instantly transforming into his true form, his massive body resembled a giant hill, nostrils spewing foul hot air, his partially broken horn stabbing towards Jago, "Die!"

Realizing the danger, Jago bolted, ranting internally: This old rhino has no martial ethics at all, Seventh Rank bullying a Fifth Rank, bullying a leopard?

The Old Ironclad Rhino’s eyes widened in anger, horns flinging, chasing Jago, making the ground shake thunderously.

"Little brat, daring to smear the prince’s face, today I’ll flatten you into leopard pastry!"

Jago ran while looking back, still managing to taunt, "Old Rhino, your broken horn looks quite chic. Was it sliced during the last fight? Hahaha!"

Following Luna for a while, he’d learned the art of fighting and provoking.

The Old Ironclad Rhino fumed, smoke puffing from his nostrils, "Courting death!"

Luna hid under her Invisibility Cloak, watching Jago get chased around, urgently stomping, "Jago, run towards Umbraflow, be careful not to step on the Ghost Cry Vine, and don’t fall into the Umbraflow."

Jago’s ears perked up, immediately taking a sharp turn, sprinting madly towards Umbraflow’s edge.

Not forgetting to watch his step to avoid the Ghost Cry Vine.