Chapter 37: The Mermaid Who Did Not Return

The Mermaid Who Did Not Return

Bright yellow flames licked every inch of the physician's skin; he felt the bone-deep pain in his body, his face twisted with fear that reached into his very marrow.

"What is this?!"

"Ah!!"

The physician's cry of shock and pain, accompanied by Xizhi's scream, spread across this stretch of the sea.

Chaosheng watched this scene in a daze; she could no longer hear their shouts, her stamina gradually draining away, yet she still exerted every ounce of her strength to control this blaze.

"Burn her to death!"

"The wicked Witch should not live in this world!"

At the same time, the physician's body was already charred and blistered by the raging fire; in the final moment of his consciousness, he also heard a voice.

The young girl tied to the pyre said with a hoarse, grief-stricken, and indignant voice: "I curse you with my life; I want you to taste ten times the pain I feel right now!"

The fire, carrying Witch Power, soon burned him to nothing; Chaosheng stumbled twice, her soft body swaying with the seawater.

Xizhi lay on the seabed, her body already pierced from behind; she glared with venom at the swaying Chaosheng, preparing to make one final, desperate struggle.

Chaosheng's strength was already exhausted; the previous choke from Xizhi had caused her great harm, and her swollen, purple-bruised neck seemed to have cut off the flow of blood.

She was now completely unable to perceive Xizhi's movements; she struggled to open and close her eyes twice, and finally, the scene before her became increasingly blurred. Her body was teetering, her beautiful purple hair dancing along with it, outlining a soul-stirring charm.

"Die, you!"

Xizhi used her last bit of strength to mutate her body; her body had reached the edge of collapse, yet it erupted with immense force.

Her body instantly swelled dozens of times over; every time the massive body moved, the seawater swayed along with it, trembling.

The weak mermaid finally collapsed to the ground, exhausted, but the dangerous and terrifying giant beast was closing in step by step.

Step by step.

Just as Xizhi leaned over to look at the unconscious mermaid, the pain in her abdomen seemed to have vanished, replaced by a sense of pleasure.

"Ha... ha, didn't you still fall into my hands!"

The nearly two-meter-long foot was about to crush the delicate and beautiful mermaid, but the unconscious mermaid could no longer muster a shred of strength to resist.

In an instant, a black vortex appeared, and the sleeping Mermaid Female vanished.

In her place appeared a lean male Beastman; his features were deep and enchanting, yet they radiated an inhuman, pale, and sickly cast, his brows low, revealing a soul-stirring, deep blue.

He wore beast-hide clothing with a red-to-blue gradient; as he raised his eyes to look at the grotesque giant Beastman, a flash of killing intent flickered in his narrowed eyes.

In a flash of lightning, a circle of black shadow appeared around Xizhi's thick neck.

Zhuche tapped his slender fingers, and the black shadow closed in on Xizhi's neck at the speed of light, strangling her directly.

Xizhi could not even utter a word; she widened her eyes in unwillingness, seemingly unable to believe that she had really died just like that.

A heavy object fell, and the seawater surged.

The surrounding Beastmen had already heard the commotion and were trickling in.

Zhuche did not delay, returning directly to his own space.

In the void of the black space, black mist danced wildly across the sky, and wisps of blue-tinged black mist spat poisonous breath, lingering over the sleeping mermaid.

Looking at the little mermaid's beautiful and harmless sleeping face, Zhuche curled his thin lips, a flash of malice crossing his eyes: "Little mermaid, why are you asleep every time I see you?"

He naturally knew that the unconscious Mermaid Female would not give him an answer, yet he continued to speak to himself; this time, unlike the previous two, his brain was not controlled by the Heat Period.

Rarely able to gaze so clearly at this Mermaid Female who had always tempted him, a flash of brightness crossed Zhuche's cold, icy eyes, and he praised sincerely:

"Truly beautiful; you have the capital to seduce Beastmen into losing their minds for you."

"But those two Beastmen were actually able to resist not touching you?" Zhuche leaned in to sniff the fragrance on the little mermaid's body, his eyes infatuated.

This scent was as alluring as ever.

The fragrance darted into his nostrils, and his blue snake tail, marked with red spots, could not stop swaying in excitement.

Rush up and mate with her!

Zhuche turned his head away in a disheveled manner, his expression dark; the first two times were one thing, but this time his Heat Period had clearly ended completely, so how could he still be so easily seduced?

He held his breath and took two steps back, as if this way he would no longer lose his sanity from the little mermaid's scent.

Zhuche tilted his head back, his slender, cold-white neck outlining a graceful line; his prominent Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, his chest heaving, and he slowly exhaled a breath.

Snake Beastmen are lecherous and vicious; the Polar Sea cannot tolerate such an existence.

As this phrase, carved into his heart, drifted through his mind, Zhuche lowered his eyes gloomily and turned his head away in disgust, no longer looking at the little mermaid.

……

Time passed bit by bit, and Yinxu's heart grew increasingly uneasy.

The sky was brightening, and Sheng had not yet returned.

Yinxu sat alone at the cave entrance, his gaze looking anxiously at the sea ahead, his heart sinking like ink.

After a long while, he finally could not wait any longer and stood up abruptly.

He looked at Baini, who was still sleeping in the cave, his eyes hesitant, words dying on his lips.

Forget it.

It was enough for him to go find Sheng himself.

Thinking this, Yinxu slipped into the water decisively and swam in the direction of the Whale Shark Tribe.

Before Sheng left, she told them she still intended to go to the Whale Shark Tribe to investigate.

He had wanted to go with her, but Sheng was unwilling, insisting on going alone.

Helpless, he could only guard the Ice Cave.

Late spring and early summer, the creatures in the sea became more active, greedily enjoying the rare warmth of the Polar Sea.

Getting closer and closer.

Hundreds and thousands of Beastmen had already gathered on the territory of the Whale Shark Tribe.

The outermost layer consisted of some Beastmen who were unaware of the situation and were just there to watch the spectacle.

At the very center were none other than the Beastmen of the Whale Shark Tribe, looking at the corpse of their chieftain in inconsolable grief.

Who?

Who dared to harm their chieftain like this?

Xichong looked at the scene of devastation, his face, usually arrogant and disdainful, now full of disbelief; his body swayed weakly twice, his eyes unfocused, "Sister... Sister?!"

Seeming to confirm that this was indeed his sister, Xichong rushed forward in a panic to check, "Sister! Sister!"

The corpse of the Whale Shark female was already ice-cold, her head and body severed into two parts, lying desolate on the seabed.

Beside her also lay a scattered pile of ashes that no one knew the origin of.

Xizhi's body had reverted to her original Whale Shark form, over ten meters long, her eyes dim and lusterless, hanging blankly in her head.

There was also a massive penetrating wound on her back, the flesh and skin ghastly; it was impossible to imagine what Xizhi had endured.

A Whale Shark Beastman speculated with a dazed expression, "Last night, Chieftain Xizhi went to the War Shark Tribe, and she was already injured when she returned."

"Could it be them...?"

"How is that possible?" Xichong glared fiercely, "How could that bunch of lunatics from the War Shark Tribe possibly harm my sister?"