Poison God's Heritage

Chapter 831 Kyu Vs Predator



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Kyu approached cautiously, its small form weaving through the dense foliage like a shadow. The Obsidian Prowler, a creature that towered over both of us with rippling muscles and pitch-black fur, radiated malice. Its eyes gleamed with fury, an unrelenting intent to kill, yet somehow, it hadn't attacked. Not yet.

Kyu, unperturbed by the massive predator, gently rubbed against the prowler's leg, as though soothing it, while the beast's gaze remained locked onto me. Its golden eyes were full of rage—rage that seemed focused, controlled, as though it were waiting for something. Perhaps it wasn't me it wanted to kill, or at least not immediately.

Kyu bit lightly on the prowler's front leg, tugging at it, but the prowler didn't react to the small cat-like creature. Its eyes remained fixed on me, its growls resonating deep within its chest. The air around us was tense, suffocating, and every muscle in my body screamed at me to retreat, to run, but Kyu kept pulling me toward the trunk of a massive, gnarled tree nearby.

"You're gonna get me killed," I muttered under my breath, but Kyu clearly had its reasons. Despite the imminent danger, Kyu's instincts were sharp. It seemed to know that although the Obsidian Prowler was enraged, it wasn't necessarily directed at me. At least, that's what I hoped.

As I moved closer, inch by inch, the prowler's growls intensified. Its lips curled back, revealing teeth as sharp as blades, gleaming ominously in the dim light. I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening with every step. Just as the Wisest Sun moved forward, perhaps to intervene, the prowler let out a terrifying snarl, its massive body trembling with restrained fury.

"Hold back," the Wisest Sun said quietly, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "It doesn't want us to approach. Unlike Shen Bao, we are perceived as threats. It needs him for something. We'll stay here."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His calm demeanor somehow added to the tension. If even the Wisest Sun, a cultivator of unimaginable power, hesitated to advance, it only served to amplify the danger I faced. His words carried the weight of understanding, though he didn't voice what he seemed to know. Perhaps he sensed something beyond the obvious, something unspoken.

The Blue Sun's eyes narrowed with concern. "Aren't you worried it might tear Shen Bao apart?" she asked, her hand subtly gripping her weapon, ready to intervene.

"No," the Wisest Sun responded, his gaze never leaving the prowler. "If it wanted to kill him, it would have done so already. These creatures don't expose themselves to cultivators unless they have a purpose. If it's showing itself, it's because it wants something. And it's not Shen Bao's life."

The closer I got to the massive tree trunk, the heavier the air seemed to become. The tension was palpable, like an invisible weight pressing down on my chest. Every breath I took felt forced, shallow, as if the very air had turned against me. The prowler's eyes, still glowing with menace, followed my every movement.

As I reached the base of the tree, a low, guttural sound echoed from behind the fallen trunk. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but unmistakable—the sound of labored breathing. It wasn't just the male prowler in front of me. There were others.

Slowly, cautiously, I peered over the edge of the massive trunk. Two more Obsidian Prowlers lay in the shadows, their massive forms heaving with shallow breaths. They were slightly larger than the one in front of me, but they were far less muscular. Their bodies were ravaged with deep wounds, blood staining the dark ground beneath them.

My stomach twisted as I realized what had happened. These creatures had been in a brutal fight, and it wasn't with other beasts. Their wounds were too precise, too deliberate. They had been attacked—by cultivators.

The male prowler in front of me growled low, its head lowering as it gazed at its fallen mates. The anger in its eyes was no longer directed at me, but at something else. I could feel the desperation radiating from it.

"You want me to help them?" I asked, glancing at Kyu, who nodded slightly.

The male prowler growled in response, but it was no longer the guttural threat it had been before. It was a sound of helplessness, of a creature that had no other choice.

I knelt slowly, my hands reaching into my holding bag, careful not to make any sudden movements. "Alright, big guy," I said softly, meeting the prowler's eyes. "You must be the male. You've taken the worst of it, haven't you?"

The prowler let out a deep, pained growl, as if acknowledging my words. Its abdomen was slashed open, and even now, its intestines were barely held in place. Its hind leg was twisted, broken, and yet it still stood, refusing to back down.

"You'll die in less than half an hour if I don't treat you," I said, pulling out several pills from my bag. "So, how about you tone down the aggression and let me help you first?"

The prowler bared its teeth at me, its eyes narrowing as if it were contemplating whether to trust me or not. It glanced back at its mates, and I followed its gaze. The two other prowlers were in better shape than the male, but not by much. Their wounds, while severe, weren't life-threatening—at least, not immediately. The male, however, was on the brink of collapse.

"They're strong enough to survive a little longer," I said, my voice steady but firm. "But you? You're barely standing. If you go down, they won't have a chance."

For a brief moment, the prowler's eyes flickered, the intensity of its gaze wavering. It took a step back, its massive body swaying as if it had finally reached its limit.

"Are you really going to treat them?" the Blue Sun asked, her tone incredulous.

"I have to," I replied without looking back. "These creatures are old and intelligent. They can hold a grudge, and I'm willing to bet they weren't attacked by other beasts. They were attacked by cultivators. If we help them, they can guide us to whoever did this."

"It's a waste of time," the Blue Sun countered. "We need to focus on finding the Dusking Sun."

"We have no idea where they went," I said, my voice firm. "But these prowlers might. You go ahead if you want, but I'm staying."

I pulled a handful of healing pills from my bag and held one out to the male prowler. "Take this," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. "It'll close your wounds and replenish your blood."

The prowler hesitated, its eyes narrowing as it glanced between me and the pill. For a moment, I thought it might refuse, but then, with a low grunt, it extended its long tongue and snatched the pill from my hand.

The effects were almost immediate. The deep gashes along the prowler's body began to close, the torn flesh knitting itself back together. Even the long gash across its abdomen began to heal, the intestines retracting back into its body.

"See?" I said, tossing another pill its way. "I'm not here to hurt you."

The prowler, though still wary, swallowed the second pill without protest. Its breathing began to steady, and the tension in its muscles relaxed slightly. For the first time, the rage in its eyes seemed to dissipate.

I turned my attention to the other two prowlers, who lay motionless beneath the tree trunk. As I approached the first female, I noticed something—a faint, secondary heartbeat.

"Looks like you're going to be a dad," I said softly, glancing at the male. "But it's going to be a tough delivery."

The male prowler growled again, its eyes narrowing as it took a step closer.

"She's too weak to deliver the pup on her own," I explained. "If I don't perform a C-section, you'll lose them both."

I drew my knife, and the moment the blade caught the light, the male lunged. It was a blur of black fur and muscle, and before I could react, I was pinned to the ground, its massive paw pressing down on my chest, its jaws inches from my face.

"Shen Bao!" the Blue Sun shouted, her voice filled with panic. She moved to intervene, but the Wisest Sun held her back.

"Wait," he said, his voice calm and measured. "Let him handle this."

I stared up into the prowler's glowing eyes, its breath hot and rancid against my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, every instinct screaming at me to fight, to run, but I forced myself to remain still.

"Kyu," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Kyu, who had been watching from the side, suddenly leapt into action. Its small, cat-like form began to grow, shifting into something monstrous. In an instant, Kyu had transformed into a hulking, two-legged creature of fur and fangs, standing between me and the prowler.

The prowler hesitated, its eyes flicking to Kyu's massive hulking form. Kyu's presence was now anything but the playful, curious creature it had been moments ago. In its place stood a terrifying, towering figure, its muscles bulging, claws gleaming, and eyes glowing with an intensity that even gave the Obsidian Prowler pause.

It wasn't just a display of size; Kyu was asserting dominance in a way that only an apex predator could.


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