Chapter 223

Wu Yue entered the grass hut and saw a splendid performance of chaotic demonic dance.

The grass hut, originally lifeless and gloomy, was now bustling as if holding some grand ceremony.

It was the Beastman Warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe feeding the Half-Beast Warriors who could not yet move with herbal soup.

A strong bitter taste permeated the grass hut.

Those Half-Beast Warriors who could only move their eyeballs could not struggle when drinking the herbal soup; each one, with wrinkled beast faces, gulped it down glug-glug-glug, utterly painful.

What surprised Wu Yue was that those Half-Beast Warriors who could now move a little...

The Half-Beast Warrior who helped press down the limbs of companions while the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors fed them medicine, when it was his turn, struggled in various ways.

But the heavens' cycle turns well, and the vast sky spares no one.

Damn it, just now you pressed someone's limbs and forced them to take medicine—that's enough.

While forcing the medicine down, you also let out that evil laugh like a super villain in a TV drama, ga-ga-ga.

Now being pressed and rubbed in the grass nest, who can you blame?

So, in the end, you all cannot escape the fate of drinking the herbal soup; what's the point of hurting each other like this?

A bowl of herbal soup took away the Half-Beasts' vitality; the grass hut, which had just been a chaotic demonic dance, instantly had only a dozen or so dead dogs left, making Wu Yue laugh helplessly.

Perhaps her laugh startled the Beastman Warriors; turning around and seeing her enter, they hurriedly came running over, pattering.

"Yue, the herbal medicine has already been fed."

His big eyes were full of a look seeking praise.

Wu Yue chuckled lightly: "You've taken great care of these Half-Beast Warriors; excellent!"

Hehe~

A few Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors got conceited, each smiling so broadly you couldn't see their eyes, extremely pleased.

Turning his gaze toward the Half-Beast Warriors of the Black Wolf Tribe, his eyes grew firmer; tomorrow's medicine feeding must be done better.

The Half-Beast Warriors' bodies suddenly turned cold; they looked bewildered as they turned their heads, feeling a chill on the back of their heads... an inexplicable bad premonition!

Wu Yue walked straight to the grass nest of the Half-Beast Warrior who had been most severely injured earlier; at this moment, the Half-Beast Warrior had opened his eyes, his face twisted as he savored the taste of that bowl of herbal soup just now.

Seeing a young female approaching under the escort of the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors, his gaze paused, then burst forth with a blazing light: "Did you save us?"

His voice was still a bit hoarse, but the gratitude in his tone could not be concealed.

Wu Yue smiled and nodded: "When I left, your injury was the worst; now it seems you haven't been summoned by the Beast God."

"Thanks to your treatment and herbal medicine, we have recovered; you saved our lives." The Half-Beast's black wolf ears twitched, he was overcome with excitement.

Wu Yue smiled and squatted down: "Don't get too excited; I treat you also because you previously helped our Snow Tiger Tribe."

While speaking, she skillfully helped the Half-Beast Warrior change the herbal medicine on his wound: "Your wound is more severe than the other Half-Beast Warriors'; although you've passed the critical period, you still need proper rest."

Now the wound has begun to heal; drinking medicine and changing dressings diligently will speed up healing.

If you don't take the medicine in time, the wound may fester again, you'll develop a fever, and then I won't be able to do anything.

The Half-Beast Warrior suddenly realized his uncooperative behavior in taking medicine, and feeling a bit embarrassed, he nodded slightly.