Chapter 199: Seraphina, Come Here Obediently
The air suddenly destabilized, currents fiercely clashed, forming a whirlwind that swept into the cave.
The storm outside pounced in, mixed with a heavy scent of blood.
The wind blew violently, causing the campfire to flicker.
The fire twisted, sending sparks flying, a few pieces of grass smoked briefly before the wind brutally snuffed them out.
Embers scattered, and the smell of ash mixed with rain lingered in the air.
A towering figure stepped over the shattered barrier and entered the cave.
The firelight illuminated only the lower half of his face, while his upper body remained concealed in the shadows.
Wyatt Yardley reacted swiftly, yanking Seraphina Caldwell behind him the instant the barrier shattered.
He casually grabbed a Beast Skin and wrapped it around her exposed shoulders.
He transformed on the spot, his silver-white serpent tail suddenly tensed.
Scales erect, the tip of the tail glinting with cold light, ready to strike.
"Albert Wyndham? What are you doing here?"
Albert Wyndham chuckled coldly, his voice icy.
"Wyatt Yardley, we meet again."
He stepped forward, the firelight revealing the mottled blood stains on his body.
His robe was torn in many places, the blood dry, yet new wounds continued to seep with blood droplets.
Gruesome to behold.
He stood still, his gaze bypassing Wyatt Yardley’s shoulder, locking onto Seraphina Caldwell behind him.
"Come here."
"Seraphina Caldwell, obediently come over. If you comply, I might spare their pathetic lives."
Seraphina Caldwell clung tightly to the Beast Skin.
The chill rapidly spread from her chest to every part of her body.
Wyatt Yardley’s muscles were totally tense but couldn’t suppress the violent trembling coming from his body.
He stood there, his eyes fixed firmly on the familiar yet strange figure in front of him.
Wyatt Yardley’s eyes were red, staring fiercely at Albert Wyndham, sensing the presence of a Blue Rank Beastman from him.
The oppressive feeling was almost tangible, rising and falling with his breath.
The flesh beneath the scales throbbed with a subtle pain.
Albert Wyndham remained untransformed, standing there, his damp silver-blue hair dripping water.
But the way he looked at people, as if examining an insect about to be crushed.
Droplets slid down the tips of his hair, landing on the ground with a faint sound.
Wyatt Yardley’s tongue trembled, his gaze swiftly scanning the entrance of the cave.
The ground was covered with overturned dry grass and blood stains.
Gideon Larkin lay on the ground, his paws occasionally twitching, the wound on his chest staining the straw bright red.
Blood still slowly seeped out, spreading along the cracks in the ground.
Gideon Larkin’s ears drooped to one side, his chest rising and falling faintly.
A few broken bone spikes were embedded in the nearby rock wall.
Around him were scattered strips of torn cloth and broken weapons.
Kaelan Hawthorne was lying on his side, his ears flopped against his head, the blood from his forehead flowing down to his chin.
The most frightening was Isaac Vaughn, submerged in blood, his spiritual power nearly exhausted.
The air was thick with the scent of blood, their lifeblood draining away.
"Earlier, the one who disclosed our whereabouts to Silas Shaw, was it you?"
Wyatt Yardley’s voice was hoarse, forcing words through clenched teeth.
Clues from memories began to connect.
Being hunted by the Eagle Clan earlier didn’t feel right to him.
Now the truth was revealed, leaving a heavy feeling in his chest.
Albert Wyndham sneered, leisurely wiping the blood off his face.
"You do have some brains. But what does it matter even if you know?"
He then opened his palm to examine it, casually flicking his hand.
He stepped forward, dead grass crunching underfoot.
"You low-ranked trash, what right do you have to compete with me for a Female Master?"
"Stealing someone else’s partner, the Alliance won’t let it go."
Wyatt Yardley’s serpent tail slowly slid along the ground, inching towards Seraphina Caldwell.
Using his body as a shield, he subtly obscured Seraphina behind him.
His gaze continuously scanned the surroundings, searching for any opportunity to counterattack.
Albert Wyndham seemed to find the idea amusing, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.
"Let it go? Once I’ve buried all of you, who will uncover it? Seraphina Caldwell will be my Female Master, relying solely on me, she won’t plead for dead men..."
The laughter echoed in the cave, chillingly eerie.
After speaking, he appeared even more relaxed.
His steps approached once more, only three steps away from Wyatt Yardley.
The words weren’t fully spoken before Wyatt Yardley launched a sudden attack, a flash of silver light.
His entire serpent body sliced through the air like a blade, aiming straight for the throat!
He shot out suddenly, leaving a trail of afterimages due to his speed.
His body twisted, exerting force, while simultaneously sweeping with his tail to force the opponent to retreat.
Yet Albert Wyndham only lightly tilted his head, lifting a foot to stomp heavily on Wyatt Yardley’s waist.
As the boot landed, power surged forth.
Wyatt Yardley’s body was pinned to the ground, his waist emitted a distorted and dull sound.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed clearly in the cave, chilling Seraphina Caldwell to the bone.
Wyatt Yardley’s body quivered violently, his tail stiffening, pupils contracting rapidly.
Pain surged through the dark red depths of his eyes, yet he continued glaring silently at the opponent.
"Wyatt!"
Seraphina Caldwell cried out, her voice tinged with flecks of blood.
Her eyes instantly reddened, tears flooding uncontrollably.
The Beast Skin in her grip was already distorted beyond recognition.
But as she moved her feet, Albert Wyndham’s gaze swept over.
He slowly raised his hand, fingers outstretched.
"Seraphina Caldwell, come over. Otherwise, I’ll trample him into two pieces right now."
Seraphina Caldwell bit down hard on her lower lip, tighter and tighter until she tasted the blood spreading in her mouth.
Tears blurred her vision, everything before her wavered and distorted.
She looked at Wyatt Yardley’s pain-contorted face, then turned to the entrance and the puddle of blood that hadn’t yet clotted.
Sounds of her companions falling echoed in her ears.
"I’ll... I’ll go... Don’t touch him... Please don’t..."
She struggled to stand, her legs weak, pain shooting from her soles into her brain.
Albert Wyndham watched her approach slowly, smiling ever wider, his eyes increasingly greedy.
Just as Seraphina Caldwell was within three steps of him, Wyatt Yardley suddenly acted.
His tail whipped out like a lash, striking hard at Albert Wyndham’s side.
"Snap!"
A crisp sound exploded in the cave.
Albert Wyndham, completely unprepared for the strike, lost his balance, staggering back several steps, nearly falling.
Wyatt Yardley disregarded everything and quickly coiled his tail around Seraphina Caldwell’s waist, pulling her close.
"Evan Orwell! Get her out!"
From deep in the shadows, Evan Orwell’s eyes snapped open.
He had been feigning unconsciousness, actually gathering strength, waiting for the moment.
Now seeing Seraphina Caldwell thrown to him.
Without hesitation, his figure flickered, transforming into his true form.
Silver white wings expanded with a roar, slicing through the air, stirring up a gust.
He caught Seraphina’s body with precision, wings vibrating as he turned towards the dark night sky.
Albert Wyndham steadied himself, fury raging.
He retaliated with a powerful kick towards Wyatt Yardley’s abdomen.
He quickly charged outside the cave, staring upwards at the silver figure gradually receding.
"Seraphina Caldwell! Listen up! Be back before dark! Or none will be spared! If you want them to live, scurry back obediently!"
The gale howled, tousling Seraphina Caldwell’s hair.
She lay on Evan Orwell’s back, clutching tightly onto his feathers.
Pain surged from her fingertips to her arms, but she felt nothing.
Her eyes locked onto the figure, and even as he faded into the distance, her gaze didn’t shift in the slightest.
The wind whipped her hair, tears smeared across her face, stinging her eyes.
The cold wind mixed with sand battered her face, but she let them settle.
Evan Orwell frantically beat his wings, his speed bordering on madness, cold wind seeping through the fabric.
Yet she felt no chill at all.
Wyatt Yardley lay trembling on the ground, Isaac Vaughn languished in his own blood gasping weakly, Gideon Larkin curled up lifeless...