Dong Huiying wasn’t idle either. Wolves are afraid of fire, but if the flame is too small, it can at best only serve as a deterrent. Her intention for the others to use fire as a means of attack was merely to buy some time.
With swift movement, she rushed toward the three brothers. Yixuan felt a shadow flash by his side, followed by a sudden lightness in his hand. The kitchen knife that he had been holding disappeared without a trace?
In the next instant, Dong Huiying charged at the pack of wolves, her knife rising and falling, targeting their vital points, her strikes almost invariably lethal!
Heartwrenching howls resounded in the blink of an eye, but all of this was just the beginning.
Yixuan’s astonishment was beyond words. He exchanged a glance with Third Brother, their faces filled with shock.
They had known for a long time that this young girl was formidable, aware only of her exceptional strength. But the sight of her now, brandishing deadly certainty amongst the wolves, struck them as utterly unrecognizable.
It was still her face.
Dark, covered in freckles.
Yet she seemed like an entirely different person.
This impression was too vivid to ignore.
When all was silent, Dong Huiying collapsed from exhaustion.
She lay on the ground, gasping for air.
The battle had taken an enormous toll. Covered in blood, some from the wolves and some her own, wounds that had half-healed reopened while new ones throbbed painfully on her small face.
"Third Brother?" A cry of alarm sounded as Dong Huiying turned her head towards Shujun’s direction, only to see Shujun had lost consciousness, lying in Yixuan’s arms.
"He..." Her brow furrowed, then with a swift motion, like a carp flipping over, she stood up.
Lifting the bloodstained linen on Shujun’s body, she inspected the wound on his abdomen. Her brows knit together, then she couldn’t help but wince.
Did these guys really think they were made of iron?
Liang Haoming was , and Liang Shujun was the same!
To have sustained such serious injuries and yet held on until now before collapsing, Dong Huiying had to thoroughly admire such remarkable willpower and gave it her complete respect with a mental nod of approval.
This man could truly endure.
A grave expression spread over her small face.
After a quick check on Shujun, she tore off another one of her sleeves. Hm, the left sleeve had already been used to make a torch, and now she was sacrificing the right one as well.
"It’s okay, he can be saved. Press down on his wound for me. The smell of blood here is too strong; we must leave quickly!" Otherwise, even if they had driven off the wolves, another predatory beast might emerge. Given the state of the four of them, with Liang Haoming already injured in the fall from the cliff, and both Liang Shujun and Liang Yixuan seriously wounded, of which Liang Shujun’s injury seemed the most frightening and critical!
As for herself... tsk, the aftermath of those ninety lashes was not insignificant. Her old wounds had reopened, and the pain was almost driving her to claw at the walls.
What was most important was that the recent fight had depleted her strength too much. If she were to fight again, even she might not be able to hold out.
Dong Huiying looked around. "It’s getting dark, and it looks like it is going to rain. We must get back to the village as soon as possible!"
Fortunately, they were not far from Kaoshan Village.
She hoisted Liang Shujun up sideways, while Yixuan used Dong Huiying’s torn sleeve to press down on Third Brother’s wound.
Dong Huiying was moving too quickly, and Yixuan had to jog to keep up, especially since he was hampered by a leg injury, making the rugged mountain path difficult to navigate. He stumbled along, nearly falling several times.