The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 380 - 296: Stepping In to Defend

Even though Mael Valerius seemed a bit angry, he sharply caught the words "collect the corpse."

His brow furrowed deeply; it was clear to him that his father had sent the Black-armored Guard to the Lower Domain to teach a lesson to those Beastmen.

But it was supposed to be just a lesson.

He remembered his father specifically instructing not to cause any fatalities—how did it come to needing to collect bodies? 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

What in the world were those Black-armored Guards doing?

His face looked somewhat grim, but he did not explode with anger at the moment.

Cynthia saw him standing still and patted Jago on the head: "Go around."

Mael Valerius knew she was in a hurry to rescue and did not stop her. His body transformed into the Torch Dragon, flying purposely at a low altitude, following above the forest canopy.

His gaze occasionally swept toward Cynthia, a look both unfamiliar and complex in his eyes.

He tried several times to recall everything about her, but couldn’t remember anything.

"Master, he’s following us."

Jago dashed through the dense forest, quickly reaching the Black Pine Forest.

But the Black Pine Forest was so large, finding someone would not be easy, they could only prick their ears to listen closely.

"Treat him like air."

Cynthia’s eyes scanned her surroundings, directly opening the system map to locate Malachi Arcanus’s specific location: "Go that way."

She pointed in a direction.

Jago dashed in the direction she pointed, its four paws stepping over dead branches, making a subtle cracking sound.

In the distance, the sounds of combat rumbled faintly, there were dragon roars, tiger cries, phoenix calls, and the mournful and angry howls of wolves.

Hearing phoenix calls and tiger cries, Cynthia knew that Caleb Manning and Lian Phoenix had already arrived in advance.

Caleb Manning is the Eighth Rank White Tiger, and Lian Phoenix is the Tenth-rank Old Phoenix; with the help of the two, Malachi Arcanus’s situation should improve.

At least he wouldn’t continue to be trampled and humiliated in the mud; though with all four limbs broken, the situation was a bit dire.

She urged Jago to accelerate, her eyes nervously fixed on that direction.

The Black Pine Forest was dense and deep, towering pine trees obscuring the sky and blocking the sun, with only a few rays of sunlight trickling through the gaps, leaving mottled shadows on the ground.

The air was filled with the fragrance of pine wood, yet it was also tinged with a trace of blood, filled with an aura of slaughter.

Jago instantly leaped a hundred meters ahead, the drooping pine needles scraping against Cynthia’s face, stinging her with sharp pain.

Ahead, most of the black pine trees had toppled, almost forming a vacuum area.

Seven black Torch Dragons circled in the air, confronting Caleb Manning transformed into the White Tiger, and Lian Phoenix transformed into the Old Phoenix.

Lian Phoenix may be a Tenth-rank Old Phoenix, but The Dragon Clan was naturally skilled in conjuring clouds and rain, thus water subdues fire.

Every time he spewed out his Phoenix True Fire, it was completely extinguished by the opponent’s water, turning the Old Phoenix’s face green with anger, as he swore loudly:

"The Dragon Clan has now come to this—bullying a Lower Domain wolf cub, seven against one—your ancestors’ dignity has been completely lost."

As a respectable member of The Phoenix Clan, even once, he had never been treated with such gang-beating tactics.

Though not beaten, the suppression of his Phoenix True Fire was truly displeasing.

The few Torch Dragons laughed coldly in mid-air; their purpose of coming to the Lower Domain was to restore The Dragon Clan’s dignity, and as such, they paid no mind to Lian Phoenix’s taunts.

The leading Black-armored Guard transformed into a human form, landing on a charred broken tree, the Dragon Horn on his head gleaming coldly in the sunlight: "Lian Phoenix, you were once a consecrated member of The Phoenix Clan, and now you serve as a mount for a Lower Domain female, and still have the face to speak of ancestors?"

Lian Phoenix was furious at these words but unable to retort, he could only glare angrily, his wings sweeping as his flames intensified.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the flames were extinguished cleanly by the water spewed by several Torch Dragons.

The two sides were entangled, the commotion loud, the rumbling constant.

When Cynthia jumped off Jago’s back.

She saw Malachi Arcanus being pressed into a mud pit by the claw of a black dragon.

The Nether-dark Wolf’s fur was caked with bloody mud, its head nearly sunk into the pit, its limbs unnaturally twisted backward.

With great effort, he managed to wrench his head out of the mud, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam: "Old Phoenix... can you even manage?"

Lian Phoenix blew up instantly: "Nonsense! Back when I burned the Dragon Palace in Aetheria, your father hadn’t even begotten you yet!"

Mael Valerius had somehow descended from the sky, changed back into human form.

His dark-gold eyes mockingly landed on Lian Phoenix, "Burned the Dragon Palace? Wasn’t it you who got held down and had your feathers plucked by my father?"

It wasn’t a big deal, merely a time during his childhood when The Dragon Clan held a banquet.

This Old Phoenix had drunk too much and played with his Phoenix True Fire, accidentally setting the palace ablaze and throwing the banquet into chaos, angering his father who personally intervened to pluck the phoenix’s feathers.