Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 488 - 382: Kill the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch

The Beastman from the Yan Yan Tribe, who had just been shoved aside, handed the witch to the tribesmen behind him before turning back to face Yuan Lang. "For our Lady Witch to take an interest in you is a blessing from the Beast God himself. Since you are unwilling to accept this blessing, I’m sure our Lady Witch won’t force you."

The moment he finished speaking, the dazed witch behind him once again murmured the name that made everyone who heard it burn with the desire to kill its owner.

"Yuan Lang... come with me, you’re mine..."

Her calls, one after another, were filled with a gloomy obstinacy.

Her voice lacked any of the sweetness and softness of a female in love. Instead, her usual gentle facade had vanished, replaced with an indescribable obsession.

Yuan Lang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The worry that had been weighing on his heart—his speculation about the relationship between this body’s original owner and the witch—finally dissipated.

’Judging by the witch’s behavior, the body’s previous owner must not have been interested in her either. This was all just her unrequited love, an obsession that has now curdled into madness.’

The face of the Yan Yan Tribe Beastman standing at the very front looked as if it had been smeared with ash from a fire, a dark, ashen gray. Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought the guy had some terrible disease.

He had just said the witch wouldn’t press the issue, but in the next second, anyone with a clear head could hear the unyielding obsession in her voice—a fixation that clearly had no intention of letting go.

Perhaps the gazes of the Beastmen from the two tribes were too piercing, for the dazed female finally struggled to open her eyes.

Her thick lips pressed into a tight line. She staggered to her feet with the help of the Beastman beside her and swayed unsteadily toward Yuan Lang.

"Am I not good enough? Why do you always refuse me?"

She feebly reached out to touch the Beastman’s powerful chest, only for him to back away in utter disgust.

"Heh heh... HAHAHA!"

The sadness on the witch’s face vanished. With her head lowered, her hair disheveled from fleeing, she suddenly let out a series of low, hoarse, and even somewhat crazed laughs.

"Why are you dodging? Sooner or later, you’ll be mine!"

She snapped her head up. Her eyes, strained wide, were filled with crimson blood vessels, her expression one of madness.

"Get lost."

’This female is really making it hard not to want to kill her.’

"Far? Yes, it is far. I came to this remote Polar Forest all because of you! I paid such a heavy price, lost my esteemed status... so shouldn’t you belong to me?"

"This female must be crazy!"

Watching the witch ramble on to herself, Teng Qian, who stood to the side, couldn’t help but feel he was looking at a mad, deposed concubine from an Emperor’s cold palace.

Unlike Teng Qian, a great killing intent gradually began to churn in Yuan Lang’s previously emotionless eyes as the witch spoke.

He strode forward, his powerful arm a blur of motion.

The next instant, the Yan Yan’s Tribe Witch found her neck caught in the Beastman’s massive hand.

His sharp, unretracted claws sliced into the witch’s neck, which was anything but slender or fair.

By now, the killing intent in the Beastman’s eyes had been replaced by a profound darkness. His voice was as indifferent as ever. "Well now, do you want my claws to tear out your throat, or would you prefer I just snap your neck?"

The witch never imagined that he would actually try to kill her, not with so many Beastman Warriors protecting her and with the laws of the Beast World in place. Her body went rigid.

"You’d dare to kill me?"

"Hah... Don’t ask stupid questions. Just tell me: throat torn out or neck snapped? Pick your favorite. You wanted me, didn’t you? I’m all yours now."

As he spoke, his sharp claws traced another line across the witch’s neck, breaking the skin.

Warm blood trickled down her skin and soaked into the Beast Skin she wore. The witch’s body began to tremble in terror.

’She could feel it. This Beastman was serious. He was really going to kill her.’

"Yuan Lang, you dare kill me!"

The witch shrieked herself hoarse, her enraged eyes a sea of crimson. And yet, a tear, born of some unidentifiable emotion, slid from the corner of her eye.

But to the Beastman, the witch’s display left no impression on him whatsoever.

"What are you crying for? Even a witch from a Great Tribe can be afraid?"

The Beastman’s voice was as indifferent as always, a perfect match for his appearance—cold and brimming with malice.

Seeing the deep bruises already forming where his Lady Witch’s neck was being choked, the lead Beastman Warrior could no longer hold back and darted forward.