But as soon as she took a step forward, the Black Panther suddenly opened its eyes wide, staring at her with a cold, wary gaze.
Shen Tang was startled and quickly retreated several steps, fearing that it would see her as a threat. She hastily explained, "I-I see you’re seriously injured and I want to help heal you! I an no harm!"
Worried that the Black Panther wouldn’t believe her, a soft green glow appeared in her palm. She tried it on the scratch on her own arm first; the wound healed instantly, leaving no scar.
Having drunk a Recovery Potion and rested for a while, her superpower had already recovered about fifty to sixty percent, enough for normal use.
A hint of surprise flashed in the Black Panther’s eyes.
This frail little female seed sowhat more useful than he had thought.
Seeing the Black Panther showing a contemplative look and not imdiately reproaching her, Shen Tang knew it had wavered and seized the opportunity to gently persuade, "See, I’m not lying to you, right? I’m quite useful～ Your injuries have not healed for a long ti, and continuing like this would make recovery difficult, causing you pain and discomfort... Let heal you, okay?"
The Black Panther looked at Shen Tang coldly.
She’s really strange.
Why isn’t she afraid of him at all?
She is very different from those prey he once bit to death.
Before being thrown into the Abyss, he was locked in a secret chamber by his family, with soone coming to deliver food every day.
The Black Panther rembers very clearly, when those people saw him through the bars, their faces showed terror and fear, their bodies trembling as if he were a man-eating demon.
Later, he grew impatient, growing stronger, directly breaking through the family’s seal, escaping from the cage.
The Beastn who ca to capture him were even more terrified, screaming and fleeing, so even wetting their pants and kneeling on the ground begging for rcy... Their foolish and ludicrous appearance was truly laughable.
From the initial confusion and fear, he gradually developed a cruel thrill. He enjoyed seeing these people afraid, the more scared, the better, ideally fleeing upon seeing him, staying far away forever.
But why is this frail little female different?
She seems not afraid of him at all and even secretly followed to try and heal him.
In the Black Panther’s mory, countless people cursed him behind his back, wishing for his death, thinking the world would be better off without such a scourge.
Those people thought he couldn’t hear, but he heard them clearly.
Unfortunately, those weaklings were too feeble to kill him.
But this female, seeing him injured, not only didn’t run away, didn’t take the chance to kill him, but even wanted to help heal him.
How stupid is this female?
Does she really not realize what she’s facing?
The Black Panther’s eyes darkened, his claws quietly extended, glinting coldly.
With just a move of his claws, he could easily tear apart this weak little female before him.
He wanted to know if she was really so naive and simple-minded?
Before being torn apart, would she also cry out in fear, pleading for rcy?
The violent fury within him surged violently. The Black Panther was just about to act when he suddenly grimaced in pain, his chest heaving intensely, his breath becoming labored.
Damn!
It really did hurt.
The wounds on his body had long since reached the bone, bloody and mangled, with many places seriously infected, oozing pus mixed with toxic miasma, so flesh even crawling with maggots, slowly gnawing at his flesh.
The more conscious, the more it hurt.
The pain made him entirely furious, his mind boiling like it was in scalding water.
Finally, he couldn’t bear it any longer, suppressing a low growl, "Fine, heal then!"
The Black Panther’s dark golden pupils faintly showed blood, as if strenuously restraining his rampant killing intent, rasping, "If your treatnt doesn’t work, or if you try anything sneaky, I’ll bite through your neck!"
The female, however, seed not to hear the latter half of the threat. Once she heard him agree to the treatnt, her jet-black clear eyes lit up imdiately, as though saying "Great"!
The Black Panther’s gaze grew more profound.
The little female quickly stepped forward, withdrawing a commonly used dical kit from her Light Brain Space, preparing to first treat the wounds.
From afar just now, with darkness surrounding, Shen Tang could see how serious the Black Panther was injured. Now getting closer, her heart trembled even more as she saw that his injuries were far more severe than she had imagined.
The Black Panther had barely any good flesh, the wounds all festering outward, oozing yellowish foul pus, entwined with the toxic miasma unique to the tainted, so places even wriggling with maggots! Exuding a stench similar to corpses rotting!
Shen Tang had healed many Beastn but was seeing such a situation for the first ti. Even with her strong psychology, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nauseous.
The ones who left the Black Panther here... Could it be because they couldn’t kill him, so they wanted him to rot here alive?
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