Chapter 569 Yanyan Lies (3)_1
Han Zhiyun no longer opposed Mo Yan staying behind. Although Master Lv and the others were surprised, they didn’t ask any further questions. They just reminded Mo Yan a few more times and then carried Mo Qingze and the other injured people down the mountain.
When their figures were no longer visible, Mo Yan quickly approached the four beasts who were still fighting.
The closer she got, the more she could feel the formidable combat power of the Golden Beast. At this moment, its golden fur was mostly stained with blood. There were several long cuts on its belly with skin and flesh turned inside out, looking very wretched.
The other three beasts were not in much better shape. The most seriously injured was Mao Tuan, the youngest with the least fighting experience. Its back was also torn open with several deep cuts, blood incessantly oozing out, spreading down its fur, wetting the entire belly, making it look much weaker, even slowing down its movements.
Seeing this, Mo Yan stood about fifteen meters away and called out to the three beasts, "Little Flower, Dabai, Mao Tuan, come here!"
Although the three beasts were eager to defeat the Golden Beast, they knew that if the battle continued, it would be them who would be defeated or even killed. So, at the moment they heard Mo Yan’s call, they didn’t hesitate to stop fighting and rushed over at their fastest speed. In the moment they were about to be caught up by the Golden Beast, Mo Yan brought them into the Space.
As the three beasts suddenly disappeared, along with the tempting scent that vanished, the Golden Beast’s golden eyes flashed with confusion, but more restlessness. Ignoring its bleeding wounds, it kept sniffing around the area, but no matter how keen its sense of smell was, it couldn’t find where the person and the three beasts were hiding.
In the Space, Mo Yan directly took the three beasts to the edge of the Spirit Spring Pond. As they lay by the pond drinking water, she deftly treated their various wounds.
The three beasts frequently wandered into the mountains and often fought with other wild beasts, getting injured was nothing new for them, but this time their injuries were the most severe. Particularly Mao Tuan, on its originally soft and glossy fur, deep bloody grooves were visible down to the bone, even its head had been clawed open. Blood ran past the corners of its eyes, all the way down to beneath its nose, dripping onto the ground and quickly soaking a small patch of soil.
The white cotton cloth for cleaning the wounds soon turned blood-red. Mo Yan soothed Mao Tuan, which was twitching from the pain but remained silent, her movements becoming even more efficient. She quickly sprinkled Sanqi Powder onto the large and small wounds, stopping the blood that was spurting out.