Chapter 962 - Precarious Night (3) (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

The peacock’s appearance was out of the scorpion beastmen expectations. Alva had come from the air, and, even after arriving at the oasis, he had been hiding all along because of Curtis, seldom revealing himself.

Therefore, the scorpion beastmen didn’t know of this existence in the oasis.

With their target gone, the scorpion beastmen immediately turned chaotic. One of them immediately went off to report this.

“Father, Bai Qingqing was taken away by a flying beastman.” Mitchell entered the ice house and reported the information he received to his father.

Saint Zachary’s pitch-black eyes were now bloodshot and red. He gave off such an intense viciousness that they almost condensed physically, turning into a black aura that circled him.

Although the snake venom had been suppressed, he looked as if his poisoned state was worse than Curtis, who was in great agony.

He sat down on his heels by the stone bed in the ice house. The body that was still fresh and beautiful a few days back was now completely black, her skin and flesh wrapping tightly around her bones as if they were dehydrated, looking just like a dried corpse.

A few days back, Saint Zachary couldn’t wait and brought his mate out to breathe fresh air. However, the moment they were exposed to the sunlight, he felt the body in his arms shriveling at a rapid rate.

If it wasn’t because he had noticed it in time, in just a few breaths’ time, this body would have turned into dust.

The necklace had been long removed. Chris was unable to accept her current state. If she were to continue to stay in this body, she’d probably be driven crazy.

“Chris, I’ll definitely save you!” Saint Zachary swore. Having lost something after getting it, Saint Zachary felt even greater pain than if he were to never be able to wake Chris.

In the past, the search for Chris’s soul crystal was just what made him continue to hang on in life. But right now, it was an obsession that was engraved right down into his bones. If he couldn’t succeed, he wouldn’t be able to die in peace.

“I’ll go personally!” Saint Zachary planted a kiss on Chris’s lips that were so dried and shriveled that the shape of her gums could be seen. Although he was shrouded by a black aura, his expression was very gentle.