Chapter 1156 - 835: Do You Really Dislike Me That Much?

Chapter 1156: Chapter 835: Do You Really Dislike Me That Much?

After Shen Tang healed Xiao Jin and Shen Li’s wounds, she went to find Jia Lan and Lu Xiao.

"Tang Tang, I’m fast, I’ll take you there!" Xiao Jin quickly transformed back into his beast form, crouched down, and flicked her onto his back with his tail.

"I’ll cover you from behind." Shen Li, amidst the flames of battle, couldn’t be bothered to argue over petty matters, "Protect Xiao Tang’er well. If anything happens to her, I’ll skin you alive."

"Do I need you to say that? Even if it costs me my life, I won’t let her lose a single hair!" Xiao Jin snorted, darting across the battlefield like a black lightning bolt.

The Beastmen who came to hunt them couldn’t even catch his shadow and were swiftly struck down by thousands of powerful lightning bolts.

Xiao Jin carried his beloved female across the battlefield ferociously, with an unrestrained and carefree mood, making him more adept and fierce in killing enemies than before! There was even a hint of showing off and pleasing his female, demonstrating his combat prowess!

Although the female might not have noticed at all.

Shen Tang noticed that there were many mutant beasts on the battlefield. These mutant beasts did not attack them; instead, they consciously attacked the beastmen of the Divine Hall.

A blonde youth stood atop the ruins, tall and slender like the bright moon over the sea, the purest snow water atop a mountain, exuding a clear and unearthly aura, seemingly untouched by dust and as noble as a deity.

Scattered around lay the corpses of many Divine Hall beastmen.

At this moment, his condition was not good either. His clothes were torn, numerous bloodstained wounds marred his body, several cuts streaked his handsome face, and a trace of blood lingered at the corner of his mouth, enhancing his cold and broken charm.

His glass-like blue eyes appeared dimmed, as if lifeless, resembling frozen ice and snow, dispassionately slaughtering the approaching beastmen of the Divine Hall like a machine accustomed to killing.

"Whoosh—"

A sharp blade tore through the sky, instantly piercing his leg bone.

He staggered and fell to the ground, pale red blood spreading along his pant leg.

He tried to stand, but the injuries combined made him too weak, nearly incapable of getting up.

To the delicate Mermaid Clan, these wounds amounted to serious injuries, but Jia Lan seemed unaffected by the pain or perhaps had long disregarded life and death.

The Holy Seat opposite laughed wildly, "Now you only have half your strength, you’re no match for us! This is the fate of opposing the Divine Hall! Prepare to die!"

He condensed another energy long sword aimed at the youth’s heart—once pierced, the opponent would undoubtedly die, with no chance to fight back!

At the critical moment, a powerful thunderbolt suddenly struck, instantly shattering the energy!

Simultaneously, the Holy Seat was devoured by the thunder dragon tearing through space, screaming terribly, as he turned into ashes, dissipating in the wind as a plume of black smoke.

Immediately after, a gentle and pure healing power entered the youth’s body like a gentle flowing spring, repairing his injured body.

This familiar power healed his damaged limbs, and Jia Lan’s blue eyes regained their luster, his face bore an incredulous expression, the pallor replaced with a flush of color.

He gazed dazedly at the beautiful silhouette not far ahead, his glass-like blue eyes instantly reddened, veiled in a thin mist of tears.

"Tang Tang..."

His lips parted slightly, his voice trembling, uncertain if he was hallucinating.

But this power was undeniably hers; he could never mistake it.

Shen Tang jumped down from Xiao Jin, ran over to embrace Jia Lan, and helped him up, "Sorry, Ah Lan, I came late... Are you okay?"

Jia Lan’s misty blue eyes grew wide, staring at her unblinkingly, as if afraid she’d vanish the moment he closed his eyes, unable to hear a word she said.

His slender fingers tightly clutched her sleeve, fingertips pressing white with force.

He murmured softly, his nasal voice filled with grievance, "Tang Tang, it’s really you, you’ve returned..."

Though he was the high and mighty Sea Emperor High Priest, his gaze now was as vulnerable as a young beast, like a puppy once abandoned, misty blue eyes brimming with tears, sliding down his exquisite, porcelain-white face with a "drip—drip—".

Each teardrop seemed to fall into her heart.

Shen Tang’s heart ached bitterly.

In her view, the months passed like fleeting moments, but for the Beast Husband, it was an eternity.