Chapter 447 - Chapter 447: Chapter 439: The Nemesis of the Nine Insect Gang_1 (1/2)

Chapter 447: Chapter 439: The Nemesis of the Nine Insect Gang_1

After scavenging the spoils of war, Qin Niu noticed that several logistics soldiers had rushed over.

Wu Shanle had detonated his long whip just a moment ago, injuring many people.

Some of those with weaker cultivation even died on the spot. Qin Niu saw one warrior’s chest had been blown open with a hole as big as a bowl. Another’s helmet was caved in; that person’s skull must have been shattered and probably a large chunk of his head was caved in as well.

The desperate strike of a Spirit Qi Realm expert was this terrifying.

The two brothers at the very center of the explosion were severely injured; the skinny Insect Master was already lying on the ground in a semi-conscious state. The fat Insect Master was in a much better condition, with just blood at the corner of his mouth, which was a clear sign of internal injury.

Qin Niu couldn’t be of much help and watched as the logistics soldiers carried the two away.

Someone would tend to these injured people.

Since the two brothers had the peak of Innate Realm cultivation and were Insect Masters, they would undoubtedly be prioritized for treatment.

“Master Qin, Iron Tiger has been hurt as well!”

Ye Ji called out to Qin Niu anxiously.

“Where is he injured?”

Qin Niu went over to inspect Iron Tiger’s injury. These two were now his bodyguards, so naturally, they were under his command.

“It’s nothing serious; just got hit on my back. I practice body-hardening cultivation techniques. It won’t kill me.”

Iron Tiger was putting on a brave face, yet his body trembled.

The armor on his back had been shattered, with flesh around the broken area mangled. It was dangerously close to the spine and similarly near to the heart.

Upon careful inspection, Qin Niu found the wound was about an inch deep; any deeper and it would certainly have reached the internal organs.

“It doesn’t seem too serious, go rest in the back! Have someone clean your wound and then apply some antiseptic medicine,” Qin Niu said.

Ye Ji had called him over simply to get his permission.

The Black Tiger Gang Leader had ordered them to follow Qin Niu’s commands and ensure his safety. Even though Iron Tiger was injured, he wouldn’t dare to leave without Qin Niu’s consent.

“Thank you for your concern, Master Qin. This little injury is nothing; I can just apply some medicine myself,” Iron Tiger said, not wanting to withdraw for healing.

After speaking, he purposefully clenched his fist to reveal a faint hint of light, proving he was indeed not seriously hurt.

“Okay then! Miss Ye Ji, you apply some medicine on him,” Qin Niu agreed.

Ye Ji, however, appeared troubled and seemed a bit embarrassed.

In Qin Niu’s view, Iron Tiger had been injured while protecting Ye Ji, and since both were close attendants of the Gang Leader, applying medicine didn’t seem out of place.

“Is there a problem?” Qin Niu’s eyebrows rose slightly.

“No, there’s no problem,” Ye Ji finally agreed to help Iron Tiger with his wound. Iron Tiger immediately showed a pleased smile as if the injury on his back no longer pained him.

Qin Niu didn’t pay them any more attention and turned to survey other parts of the battlefield.

Having the Green Demon Bee take action had instantly eliminated a Spirit Qi Realm expert, giving him a bit more confidence.

However, he didn’t become complacent with pride; instead, he remained cautious.

The Nine Insect Gang was known for insect control, with plenty of highly skilled practitioners. There was no ruling out the possibility that someone could counter Qin Niu’s Green Demon Bee. If anything went wrong, it would be a case of excessive joy turning into sorrow.

Before the Green Demon Bee’s larvae were combat-ready, he would only consider the Green Demon Bee a last resort, rather than deploying it recklessly to kill enemies.

Nor would he show off on the battlefield.

The situation on the battlefield was still unclear, with ordinary soldiers fighting to the death. Such was the sorrow of the foot soldier.

They had no freedom of choice but to act on the commands of the higher-ups.

Whether they liked it or not, once on the frontline, they had to fight for their lives.

What they thought about was defeating the enemy army, establishing great achievements, and winning this war.