Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 93 Its Her Big White, Her Big White Is Not Dead!

As soon as the man finished speaking, soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms arrived.

tribesmen...

The man ran towards Cicery, with tribesmen trying to stop him, but he was shot and fell to the ground with a single rifle shot. Blood splattered onto Cicery's face, even into her eyes. The whole world turned crimson. It was the blood of the Cicery was filled with fear as she ran backward.

She needed to inform her father and mother, she needed to tell the tribespeople to flee quickly.

These people were demons. But she was too small, how could she outrun these strong and robust men?

Just as little Cicery was about to be caught, a white figure darted past at lightning speed. "Big White," Cicery cried out in astonishment.

Big White was just a nine-month-old adolescent lion, but due to being an ancient pureblood breed, it was larger than the average lion.

After biting off the right leg of the man holding little Cicery, another man swung his gun towards Big White.

Big White possessed incredible agility and foresight. It anticipated the man aiming the gun at him and swiftly hunched over, carrying Cicery as it darted into the forest.

However, Big White couldn't handle the men armed with guns. The man aimed his gun and fired at the rapidly retreating white figure.

A loud "bang" sounded out. Big White was shot by the powerful recoil of the close-range and fiercely aggressive assault rifle, hitting its left hind leg and causing a devastating wound.

Due to inertia, Big White crashed down to the ground. Cicery tumbled harshly from Big White's back, hitting her forehead and losing consciousness.

Smelling the scent of human blood, Big White struggled to crawl towards Cicery with its fractured leg.

It nuzzled against her forehead. Seeing that little Cicery didn't wake up, Big White lifted its head, its eyes filled with moisture.

Howl!

It let out a mournful roar before extending its tongue to lick Cicery.

Big White's affectionate gesture woke Cicery, and her thoughts slowly returned.

"Big White, how are you? Are you in pain? Sob... Big White, run away quickly," Cicery urged.

Those people seemed to have come for their tribespeople and had nothing to do with Big White.

But Big White didn't give up. It resolutely carried Cicery in its mouth and ran deeper into the forest...

However, it had lost too much blood and gradually grew weaker. Cicery lay on top of Big White, feeling its faint breath, her tears pouring down like rain. "Big White... Big White..."

Please don't die, please don't die!

The footsteps of the men drew closer.

Cicery lifted her head abruptly, only to see them wearing leather military boots.

They callously kicked aside the blood-soaked Big White and said...

Still cursing and complaining inside, Big White let out a whimper and looked at Cicery, urging her to run quickly.

Then, with all its remaining strength, it suddenly stood up and bit down on a man's leg.

It knew that this was the only way its little master could escape from these people's hands, even if it meant sacrificing itself.

Cicery covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Her Big White...

But she had to hurry back. She had to inform her tribe that someone had infiltrated...

Cicery ran deep into the jungle, looking back to see those men tormenting Big White...

On the stands, Lela's eyes reddened as she thought about those past events.

She clenched the hem of her dress tightly with her delicate fingers, her heart bleeding with pain...

Suddenly, as if sensing a familiar gaze, Big White, who was eating meat, abruptly lifted its head and looked towards the stands.

Their eyes met.

Lela widened her eyes.

Though the distance was great, she knew it was him!

It was Big White!

Her Big White!

It... hasn't died.

No wonder earlier on the path in the woods, she felt a strange but not frightening sensation.

Lela's eyes were moist, but she held back, with all her might.