The Villainess Wants a Divorce: Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears Chapter 151: This Is a Frame-Up!

The sun was leaning westward, and the outline of the Elephant Clan’s tribe faintly appeared on the distant horizon.

From afar, she saw a gathering of around ten tall and burly males at the entrance.

Seraphina Caldwell’s fingertips suddenly clutched at the fur on Kaelan Hawthorne’s neck.

She was just about to turn over and get off, when Kaelan gently shook his body.

"Don’t co down. There are too many people, and it’s too dangerous to go alone. I’ll take you closer safely."

What he said made sense.

So many people surrounding the entrance, looking imposing.

If she rushed over rashly, not only wouldn’t she be able to save anyone, but she might also put herself in danger.

Impulse achieves nothing, only invites disaster.

She murmured an acknowledgnt.

But her grip tightened further.

The next second, Kaelan suddenly exerted force, charging directly towards the entrance of the tribe.

Kaelan knew better than anyone how anxious Seraphina was at this mont.

Yet he also understood, in this survival-of-the-fittest wilderness, a female without a male protector was just at for slaughter.

Ian Brighton followed closely behind.

Beside him, three males quickly caught up, protecting Seraphina in the center.

As they approached the entrance, the faces of those Elephant Clan males changed simultaneously.

Originally standing in a circle, when their gaze landed on Ian, their pupils suddenly contracted.

The Elephant Clan males saw the Beast Ring flickering with dark purple luster on Ian’s arm!

It was the most prestigious symbol in the entire Elephant Clan, representing supre power and dominion.

Even more terrifying was the aura on Ian that oppressed people to the point of suffocation.

Soone instinctively stepped back, their foot stumbling.

"It’s, it’s Ian Beast King!"

A voice from one of the Elephant Clan n trembled.

In this land, Purple Rank was like heaven.

Whether you were a tribal leader or a notorious warrior, upon seeing a Purple Rank Strong Person, you must bow.

And Ian was not just Purple Rank, but the King of the Beast Realm.

Who dared stand in his way?

Who had the qualification to obstruct him?

Seraphina leapt down, glancing around.

The next instant, her heart clenched violently.

Wyatt Yardley, Gideon Larkin, Isaac Vaughn, and Aidan Sullivan lay sprawled on the ground, their bodies covered in wounds.

Their wounds were so deep that bones were visible, the shallow ones torn and bleeding, crisscrossed, with blood still seeping out.

Wyatt’s chest had a deep gash, its edges curling, constantly oozing black blood.

And his right hand was clutching sothing tightly.

Gideon’s left arm bent at a strange angle, with clear bite marks on his forearm.

Isaac’s neck bore bloodstains from scales torn by sharp teeth, flesh turned outwards, with fresh blood not yet coagulated.

Aidan’s right leg lay twisted backwards on the ground.

Seraphina bolted forward, crashing heavily onto the rough sandy ground.

She first trembled, reaching out gently to Isaac’s nostrils.

Still breathing.

Then she tried Wyatt, Gideon, and Aidan one by one at their nose tips.

The string in her heart, stretched to the point of snapping, finally loosened a bit.

Seraphina finally took a deep breath, leaning back.

Only then did she realize it was Kaelan who quietly ca forward to support her with his broad body.

If not for this, she might have already collapsed, unable to stand again.

Thank goodness, they were all alive.

As long as there’s a breath left, Spiritual Spring Water can save them.

But now is not the ti to take out the Spiritual Spring Water.

If anyone found out she possessed such a heaven-defying treasure, forget rescue, even she could beco a target for others.

Just then, footsteps approached, a Green Rank male striding over.

This male was the Elephant Clan leader, Adrian Locke.

Draped in a black Beast Skin Robe, a Bone Talisman signifying his leader status hung at his waist.

He imdiately saw the four bloodied males on the ground.

And standing beside them was Ian Beast King, along with a pale-faced female.

Adrian’s face suddenly turned ashen.

"Ian Beast King? How are you here? And... Seraphina the female?"

Ian’s presence alone exerted pressure, not to ntion appearing in such circumstances.

Ian wasted no words, his golden eyes stared directly at Adrian.

"Adrian, these four are Seraphina’s mates, now grievously injured at your tribe’s entrance. Tell , what happened?"

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Adrian’s forehead.

He hurriedly waved his hands.

"Beast King! I truly don’t know! I was handling tribal affairs, heard that people had fallen at the entrance and rushed over, didn’t expect it to be Seraphina’s Beast Husband! How were they injured? Why are they here? I have no idea!"

As he spoke, he stole glances at the barely alive males on the ground.

He wasn’t pretending, the scene before him genuinely frightened him.

Ian wanted to ask more, but before the words left his mouth, Seraphina interjected.

"Ian Beast King, Adrian Clan Leader, now isn’t the ti to assign bla."

She paused, taking a deep breath, then continued.

"They are on the brink, can we bring them into the tribe? Find a Witch Doctor, or Priest, to keep them alive for now. Once they awaken, or the situation stabilizes, then investigate, it’s not too late."

She knew now wasn’t the ti to pursue responsibility, with every passing mont, those males were stepping closer to death.

There were three kinds of healers in the Primal Age.

Witch Doctors could heal injuries, skilled in dicine, bandaging, and bone-setting, mastering ancient healing secret techniques.

Wizards handled blessings and weather observations, communicating with spirits, foretelling tribal disaster and fortune.

And Priests were the highest existence, capable of healing and communing with gods.

They could purify evil and awaken slumbering souls by wielding the power of heaven and earth.

Seraphina didn’t know if the Elephant Clan had Priests.

After all, Priests were extrely rare, scattered thinly across Gryllfeld.

That’s why she ntioned Witch Doctors as well, indiscriminate, as long as they could save them.

She understood clearly.

No healer could revive her mates.

No matter how skilled the Elephant Clan healers were, they could only stop bleeding, relieve pain, unable to repair severed veins or decaying organs.

Only the Spiritual Spring Water in her space could truly save them.

But she must first bring them into the cave, find a safe place.

Only in a corner without surveillance could she discreetly use the Spiritual Spring Water to save lives.

Ian paused for a mont, turning towards Seraphina.

The female who was previously flustered at the sight of a fallen person had suddenly steadied her mind.

Not only understanding the priority of saving lives first but also knowing to wait for stability before uncovering the truth.

This composure and logical thinking surpassed many males.

The respect he felt grew another layer.

"Seraphina is right."

"Does your tribe have a Priest? If not, quickly find a reliable Witch Doctor, and prepare a cave."

Adrian replied repeatedly.

"Okay, I’ll do it right away!"

Ian’s attitude made everything clear.

If this matter was not handled well, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He turned and shouted towards the tribe.

"Quick! Move them to ’Sylphall’! Call the Great Witch Doctor imdiately! Light a fire, prepare dicine, clean the stone beds! Be quick!"

The reason those males were injured was clear in his mind.

It was Silas Shaw’s doing, ruthless and leaving no survivors.

Yet he hadn’t expected Silas to throw the nearly dead directly at the Elephant Clan’s entrance.

This wasn’t an offer of peace, but a setup!