Chapter 258: Falling into the Trap

"Hahaha! That’s too funny! A Weasel Beastman’s Supernatural Ability is actually taking off his pants just to release a stinky fart..."

Sora stood on Ace’s back, laughing so hard that she could barely straighten herself.

Ace could only listen helplessly to the woman in his arms as she laughed without restraint. Several of them had practically formed a living bridge along the cliff behind the Salt Well Cave, all so Sora could have a better view of the chaos below.

At first, Lucas had carried her.

But flying around in the air while Sora watched the battle had not been enough. She had complained that she could not hear what was happening clearly from above.

So, in the end, they had resorted to this ridiculous arrangement.

One beastman stood on top of another, each supporting the next, just to give their pregnant Female a better view of the spectacle.

Lucas remained nearby, protecting Sora from the air. When he heard her laughter, he flapped his wings and looked down toward the chaos.

"They can actually stand that?" Lucas muttered. "A Weasel Beastman’s fart is the smelliest thing there is."

"Can we not talk about such a disgusting topic?"

Damien frowned as he listened.

"Otherwise, I’ll start feeling like you’re going to fart at any moment."

Sora immediately turned to look at him.

Damien’s expression was completely serious.

That only made her want to laugh harder.

"Kaelira, be careful," Lukan said, shaking his head helplessly. "Don’t laugh too hard. If you lose your footing and fall from here, it will be dangerous."

Sora nodded obediently and placed her hands on her hips.

"I know. I’ll be careful."

The moment Xavier heard this, he quickly moved beneath her.

Although his voice carried a hint of disdain, his body honestly moved to protect her.

"You’re probably the only Female in the entire Beast World who would insist on crouching on a cliff to watch a battle while carrying little cubs."

Sora shrugged.

"Don’t you guys think this is exciting?"

She looked toward the Salt Well Cave with bright eyes.

Those ambitious Beastmen had all fallen into the same trap.

They had rushed here believing they could seize the Salt Well, only to end up fighting one another inside.

She did not even need to lift a finger.

She could simply sit back and watch the spectacle.

How could she possibly miss something this entertaining?

Ryan did not understand what was so great about watching other Beastmen fight.

However, seeing Sora so happy, the corners of his mouth still lifted into a faint smile.

As long as she was happy, he was satisfied.

Sora had just finished watching the Weasel Beastman when she suddenly noticed another group approaching the entrance of the cave.

Her eyes narrowed.

Then she smiled.

"Oh?"

She recognized them immediately.

"I really didn’t guess wrong. Serena is indeed the one behind all of this."

Sora watched Serena carefully.

"But I haven’t seen her for a while. How did she become so much uglier?"

She tilted her head.

"Didn’t she only have a few red bumps on her face before? Now she’s completely black and blue."

Sora stared for a moment before adding thoughtfully,

"It seems the portrait I drew actually made her look much prettier."

The men around her fell silent.

Sora, however, continued watching with interest.

"Although, when did Serena become involved with the Black Pig Tribe?"

Her gaze shifted toward the Black Pig Tribe leader.

"That Black Pig leader is actually quite good-looking."

The instant those words left her mouth—

Sora suddenly felt a chill beneath her feet.

A cold breeze seemed to sweep across her back.

Several pairs of cold eyes slowly lifted toward her.

Sora froze.

Xavier was the first to react.

His snake tail immediately wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

"What?"

His voice sounded dangerously calm.

"Do you think the few of us aren’t good enough?"

His eyes narrowed.

"Or perhaps we can’t satisfy you, so you’re already looking for a new lover?"

Sora instantly shrank her neck.

"Hehehe..."

She gave two awkward laughs.

"Don’t misunderstand. I definitely don’t have such thoughts."

She quickly raised her hands in surrender.

"I only said that Serena has good taste."

Her eyes shifted toward the distant Black Pig Tribe leader.

"Besides, how could that Black Pig leader possibly be as good-looking as you guys?"

Sora immediately began criticizing him.

"His chin is too short. His face is too square. His height is also far inferior to yours."

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the man from a distance, her lips curling slightly.

"He’s not even comparable."

The atmosphere around her finally eased.

These men were simply too jealous.

She could not even casually comment on another male Beastman without causing trouble.

Fortunately, after Sora added several more criticisms about the Black Pig Tribe leader, her Beast Husbands finally quieted down.

Still, Sora felt that she had not been lying.

Henry did not look bad.

But compared with her six Beast Husbands, he was still far behind.

Sora listened carefully to the commotion coming from the cave.

The fighting sounds were becoming increasingly chaotic.

It seemed the situation had developed exactly as she expected.

Sora clapped her hands.

"That’s enough."

She turned around.

"We can notify Father now."

Her group immediately began leaving the area.

But inside the Salt Well Cave, the chaos was far from over.

"You damn Vulture! There’s barely any hair left on your head! Why are you fighting for salt? Do you think grabbing the Salt Well can cure your baldness?"

"Damn Hyena! You’re not much better! You’re covered in spots! You look disgusting!"

The entire cave had descended into chaos.

When the Black Pig Beastmen, Vulture Beastmen, Hyena Beastmen, and Lion Beastmen arrived at the Salt Well Cave together, the first thing they encountered was a gruesome sight.

The Flower Jackal Beastmen had just torn apart a Toad Beastman.

Toad legs flew through the air with loud swishing sounds before landing among the scattered corpses.

The four Tribes instantly looked at one another.

Their expressions changed.

Even Serena, who had followed behind Henry, frowned deeply.

The fighting inside was obviously much more intense than expected.

Entering now would be extremely dangerous.

What was Henry thinking?

He already knew that news of the Salt Well had leaked.

Yet he had still brought the Black Pig Tribe here.

Wasn’t that simply walking straight into death?

Fortunately, they had not entered yet.

There was still time to leave.

Serena’s body was still bound with Vines.

She hopped toward Henry and whispered urgently,

"Henry, the situation inside doesn’t look good. Why don’t we leave first and come back after they finish fighting?"

Henry nodded.

He reached out and loosened the Vines around her.

Then he waved his hand, signaling the Black Pig Tribe to retreat.

But before they could leave—

A Spotted Hyena Beastman suddenly stepped forward.

The moment he saw Serena, his eyes lit up.

"I’ve searched far and wide for this!"

His expression was filled with excitement.

"This is a stroke of luck! Chief, Serena has been found!"

Before Henry could even react, the Spotted Hyena Beastman grabbed Serena and dragged her toward the cave.

The movement was so sudden that Henry did not have time to stop him.

"Who are you?"

Henry’s expression darkened.

"Put her down!"

He immediately lunged forward.

But before he could reach Serena—

Several Toad Beastman legs suddenly flew toward him.

Splat!

Green toad juice exploded across Henry’s face.

The dark green, sticky liquid slid down his cheeks and neck.

Almost immediately, Henry’s skin began to itch.

His face swelled slightly.

He clenched his fists.

"Damn it!"

But Serena had already been dragged inside.

Inside the Salt Well Cave, Serena’s expression changed as she looked around.

The cave was much smaller than she had imagined, yet it was packed with Beastmen.

There were Toad Beastmen, Wild Duck Beastmen, monkey Beastmen, Leopard Cat Beastmen, Weasel Beastmen, and many others.

Even the Silly Roe Deer Beastmen had appeared.

Everywhere she looked, there were signs of battle.

Blood stained the ground.

Corpses were scattered around.

The entire cave had become a battlefield.

Yet the group with the obvious advantage was the Flower Jackal Tribe.

They had numerous Beastmen above Rank Five.

At this moment, they were practically surrounding several Salt Wells, controlling the area.

Serena stared at them in surprise.

She had thought the Flower Jackal Beastmen had already been defeated.

She had never expected them to possess such terrifying combat power.

A trace of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

It seemed she had not been wrong.

Telling Ben about the Salt Well had indeed been the correct decision.

And if Ben had managed to hold out this long, then the Wolf Tribe must have already fallen.

Perhaps Sora was dead.

Perhaps all of her Beast Husbands were dead as well.

The thought made Serena secretly excited.

She wanted to see the miserable corpse of Sora with her own eyes.

As for Sora’s handsome Beast Husbands...

Since they were so good-looking, perhaps she could even build tombs for them.

Serena was dragged forward by the Flower Jackal Beastmen.

She stumbled several times, but there was no fear in her eyes.

Instead, she eagerly searched the ground.

Where was Sora?

Where were the gray wolves?

Where were their corpses?

She looked around.

Toad legs.

Wild Duck wings.

Eagle feathers.

Monkey corpses.

But—

No gray wolves.

And most importantly...

There was no corpse belonging to Sora.

Serena’s expression gradually changed.

Her excitement disappeared.

"How can this be?"

Her bruised and swollen face suddenly became even more distorted.

Her eyes widened until she looked almost like a pop-eyed frog.

"Where are they?"

She stared around frantically.

"Where is the Wolf Tribe you defeated?"

The Flower Jackal Beastman holding her looked at her with pride.

"What Wolf Tribe?"

He pointed toward the cave.

"This Salt Well Cave belongs to our Flower Jackal Tribe. We occupied it early this morning through good luck."

Serena froze.

"You mean..."

Her voice trembled.

"You didn’t fight the Wolf Tribe to obtain the Salt Well?"

"That’s right."

The Flower Jackal Beastman laughed.

"That group of werewolves was scared away by yesterday’s battle. They didn’t dare to fight us."

Serena’s face instantly turned pale.

A terrible realization struck her.

"No..."

Her eyes widened.

"This must be a trap!"

She suddenly struggled.

"Quick! Let me out!"

The Flower Jackal Beastman ignored her.

"Out?"

He tightened his grip.

"Behave yourself. We brought you here so you can Purify Salt for our Tribe."

"No!"

Serena desperately shook her head.

"You don’t understand! This really is a trap!"

She looked toward the cave entrance.

"I know Kaelira’s personality. She would never give up the Salt Well so easily!"

But the Flower Jackal Beastman remained unmoved.

He continued dragging her deeper into the cave.

Serena struggled harder.

"Let me go!"

Yet no matter how hard she fought, she could not escape.

Soon, she was brought directly before Ben.

The moment Serena saw him, she immediately grabbed the hem of his animal-skin clothing.

Her expression was filled with urgency.

"Ben!"

She looked around nervously.

"There’s a trap here!"

Her voice rose sharply.

"Retreat quickly!"

Ben looked down at Serena.

For the first time, Serena’s expression contained genuine fear.

She had finally realized something was terribly wrong.

The Salt Well Cave was not the battlefield where the Wolf Tribe had fallen.

It was the battlefield Sora had prepared for everyone who came searching for it.

And Serena—

had just walked straight into the trap.