This was a complete disaster! Draven never expected that a corpse could be used by the Serpent Ancestor to pull off such a trick.

  Although he couldn't clearly see the fierce Lord-level battle, by his experience, Selene was unlikely to escape this ordeal unscathed.

  Just as Selene was about to be crushed, the opponent suddenly activated a resurrection armor! This move was an ultimate counterattack from the brink of defeat.

  Draven's heart raced wildly, and he was completely at a loss. If Selene lost, there was no good outcome for him.

  The fight in mid-air grew increasingly intense. Several large holes were torn in the black fleshy wings behind Selene, and her aura became more chaotic. She hadn't expected that a lingering soul fragment could cause her such trouble.

  The situation was extremely unfavorable. Suddenly, a fierce killing intent surged on Selene's face, and her eyes held a resolute determination that brooked no retreat.

  She fixed her gaze on the Serpent Ancestor as if telling him: "You have your tricks, I have mine."

  This costly confrontation was far from over.

  Selene glanced sideways at the werewolf leader sitting on the treant's shoulder — that guy named Draven.

  Just as Draven was anxious, a chill ran down his spine. A black beam of light shot straight toward him.

  He instinctively thought the Serpent Ancestor was attacking him and was dumbfounded with fear.

  But unexpectedly, the black light was as soft as a feather, gently merging into his body.

  Immediately, Selene's voice rang in his ear: "Don't resist, Draven, unleash the full power of your bloodline!"

  Now that overwhelming energy was about to burst his body, he could only grit his teeth and obey. As the bloodline power surged, a deafening wolf howl suddenly erupted.

  A massive dark demon wolf, as huge as a mountain, suddenly appeared before him. The entire beast was enveloped in black flames, radiating an intense murderous aura.

  The dark demon wolf leapt fiercely, its eyes locking onto the Serpent Ancestor hovering mid-air. The Serpent Ancestor had no time to react as his spiral bone spear was shredded into pieces by the wolf's razor-sharp claws.

  The Serpent Ancestor was stunned and tried to summon his spear again, but to his horror, his left arm was engulfed by the dark flames.

  He screamed loudly as icy mist steamed from his left hand, trying to suppress the flames, but the fire only grew stronger, quickly spreading from his arm to his entire body.

  Draven's eyes widened in disbelief at what was happening before him. The Serpent Ancestor howled in agony, slowly consumed by the flames until nothing remained but a pile of blackened charred ash.

  The pile of charred ash, now without any energy to sustain it, dropped onto the river surface with a soft plop. Draven raised his wolf claw and stared in utter disbelief.

  However, just as he thought victory was certain, that overwhelming power suddenly receded like a tide, and the huge dark demon wolf vanished in an instant.

  Then, Draven cried out in alarm as Selene fell toward the ground.

  Just as she was about to crash and shatter, Draven hastily activated his Floating Shadow skill, firmly catching Selene in his arms, barely averting a tragedy.

  During the descent, Draven noticed Selene had already lost consciousness. He didn't know what had happened, but since Selene had just lent him her power, it was clear she had paid a tremendous price.

  The Serpent Ancestor's body had long turned to ashes, and the serpent tribe was nowhere to be seen. Both sides of the great river returned to a rare calm.

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  Yet Draven's mind was far from relaxed. Unaware of the situation on the White Serpent's side, he remained worried that the White Serpent might suddenly jump out to cause trouble.

  All the remaining bloodline power in his body had been used to activate Floating Shadow. Not to mention facing the White Serpent, even any other serpent tribe members would have to be dealt with cautiously.

  Draven waved to summon the treant and ordered the tree guardians to escort them back to the village quickly.

  At the same time, he contacted the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent through their contract, urging it to return immediately.

  Only with another Lord-level warrior by his side did he feel somewhat at ease.

  Who knew that the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent over there suddenly transmitted a strange emotional fluctuation? It felt like it had just eaten something hard to swallow, carrying a nauseating taste.

  Draven was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but at this point, he had no time to dwell on such a mysterious feeling. He made a swift decision and ordered the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent to return to his side immediately.

  Before Selene appeared, the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent had already completed its mission.

  Among the Serpent Tribe, only a very few had not managed to escape in time; most had been swallowed whole by it, without exception.

  Selene and the Serpent Ancestor clashed fiercely mid-air. The two powerful auras collided, shaking the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent to the point where it had to dive into the riverbed's silt to hide and avoid being caught in the crossfire.

  Time passed little by little. Selene used some method to transform Draven into that huge demon wolf. With a thunderous wolf howl, the dark flames engulfed the Serpent Ancestor, ultimately burning him to charred ash that fell into the river.

  Only when his master summoned him did the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent dare to re-emerge, confirming the danger had passed.

  However, just as it showed its head, it noticed a slender serpent shadow gliding across the river surface. Instinctively, the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent opened its mouth, preparing to deal with a possible threat.

  By this time, Draven was utterly exhausted. Fortunately, with the help of the treants, he had safely brought the unconscious Selene back to the main house.

  He knew reinforcements must be following Selene; only once they arrived would the danger be truly over.

  Before the reinforcements arrived, he had to ensure both himself and Selene survived. Thinking this, Draven felt the main house was no longer safe enough.

  So he decided to hide with Selene in the underground chamber and have the Eyebrow-Patterned King Serpent guard above.

  Only in this enclosed space did Draven finally feel some relief, giving him the leisure to carefully observe the sleeping Selene in his arms.

  Hearing a growl from his own stomach, Draven couldn't help but swallow hard. Honestly, this was the Lord himself.

  Having just been through a fierce battle, Selene's clothes were in tatters, making her already revealing appearance even bolder and more alluring.

  Her towering figure exposed large patches of pristine white skin, shimmering faintly in the dim chamber light.

  Subhuman races generally had night vision, and werewolves were no exception. Despite Draven's best efforts to control himself, his gaze involuntarily drifted to that particular area.

  If only...

  At the thought, his heart suddenly raced, a mix of fear and excitement. No, no—he mustn't let his mind wander!

  After a struggle, Draven finally dared not cross the line and quickly found some animal skins, carefully laying Selene flat on them.

  Strangely, after being laid down, Selene looked even more enchanting.

  Draven quickly turned his head away, not daring to look again. He took out some blood wine and monkey wine from his pouch and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

  Now, all he could do was wait for the Lord's reinforcements to arrive and for Selene to wake up soon.

  Calming down, Draven couldn't help but recall the recent battle. Although he didn't understand what method Selene had used, her immense power was certainly beyond that of an ordinary Lord-level warrior.

  It seemed more like Selene had fused with him, lending him her power. But he was only a leader-level fighter—how could he possibly wield Lord-level might?

  The more Draven thought about it, the more confused he became. His eyes involuntarily drifted back to Selene. This time, there was no improper thought, only pure curiosity.

  Although Selene was now battered and ragged, her commanding presence was still overwhelmingly powerful. Even unconscious, her face remained strikingly cold and beautiful.

  But where had those massive fleshy wings gone? With wings, Selene would look even more majestic.

  Draven's mind wandered for a moment. Suddenly shaking his head, he hurriedly dispelled those chaotic thoughts.

  As he shook his head, he caught a glimpse of Selene's long, slender legs.

  He involuntarily gasped. Quickly standing up, he left the chamber. The place was too stuffy; staying too long was driving him crazy.

  He sat before the cold hearth, thinking that the Green Serpent should have nearly completed its task by now.

  It turned out that the Green Serpent he had accidentally subdued had not appeared because he had sent it on a different mission.

  The Green Serpent's submission had been a lucky accident. Draven never expected it to cooperate with him.

  Originally, the plan did not include using it, but he couldn't let this unexpected asset go to waste. So he quickly devised a backup plan.

  The idea was simple: in case of victory, make sure to gain some extra benefits.