Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter108 Rex Wasn't Dead

The man's words had barely faded when a figure in camouflage gear charged towards Cicery. The tribesmen attempted to block him but were swiftly brought down by a single shot from a rifle. Cicery's face and even her eyes were splattered with blood.

The world turned a deep, crimson red.

It was the blood of her people...

Terror-stricken, Cicery turned and fled. She needed to warn her parents, her tribe, to escape immediately.

These people were devils.

But she was just a child, no match for these strong, burly men.

Just as little Cicery was about to be captured, a white blur dashed past at incredible speed.

"Big White!" Cicery gasped.

Big White was a lion cub, only nine months old, but a majestic purebred whose size already dwarfed that of ordinary lions.

As Big White clamped its jaws around the leg of the man reaching for Cicery, another man took aim with his gun at Big White. The cub, with remarkable agility and foresight had anticipated the threat and quickly scooped up Cicery, bolting for the woods.

But what could Big White do against men with guns?

The man fired at the swiftly escaping white form.

A loud bang resonated.

A high-powered close-quarters combat rifle hit Big White in the hind leg, which burst open from the impact.

Propelled by inertia, Big White crashed to the ground.

Cicery was thrown violently from Big White's back, her forehead gashed, her consciousness fading.

Smelling human blood, Big White, dragging its fractured leg, crawled painfully toward Cicery.

He rubbed his head against her forehead gently.

Seeing Cicery unresponsive, Big White lifted his head, his eyes moist.

With a tragic howl, he then extended his tongue to lick Cicery, tenderly trying to wake her.

Her senses slowly returning, Cicery moaned, "Big White, how are you? Are you in pain? Oh, Big White, please run!"

The attackers seemed only interested in capturing her tribespeople; Big White was not their concern.

But Big White refused to give up, determinedly picking up Cicery in his jaws and carrying her deeper into the forest...

However, his blood loss was too severe, his strength waning until he collapsed.

Cicery, lying atop Big White, felt his faint breaths, tears streaming like rain.

"Big White... Big White..."

Don't die, please don't die!

The men's footsteps drew nearer, and Cicery's gaze snapped upward to find them wearing leather combat boots. With a ruthless kick, they shoved Big White, who was drenched in blood, to the side, cursing under their breath. Big White whimpered, looking at Cicery with pleading eyes, urging her to run before he forced himself up, biting into one man's calf with the last of his strength.

He knew this was the only chance his young mistress had to escape their clutches.

Even if it meant his death.

Tears streamed down Cicery's face as she covered her mouth. Her Big White...

But she had to hurry back, to warn her community of the intruders...

Cicery sprinted deeper into the woods, glancing back to see the men mauling Big White...

From the stands, Lela's eyes reddened as she recalled the scene. Her delicate fingers clenched her dress tightly, her heart aching.

Suddenly, sensing a familiar gaze, Big White, who was feasting, looked up sharply towards the stands.

Their eyes locked.

Lela's eyes widened.

Despite the distance, she knew it was him!

Her Big White!

He... wasn't dead.

No wonder she'd felt an odd but not frightening presence on the forest path earlier.

Lela's eyes shimmered with moisture, yet she held back her tears with all her might.