Feng Fuce stepped onto the swamp, pulling one of Fu Niu's horns, and extracted it from the mire.
As soon as Fu Niu reached the shore, its front legs grew weak and it collapsed to the ground.
Breathing heavily through its nostrils, it kept its dark eyes fixed on Feng Fuce.
Bai Zhi'er descended, noticing three sharp wounds on Fu Niu's back leg, bleeding.
She reached out to touch it, but Fu Niu let out a short "moo," seemingly unwilling to let Bai Zhi'er touch it.
"What are you resisting? I won't harm you," Bai Zhi'er said.
From her palm, gentle mana flowed, gradually enveloping Fu Niu.
However, this healing ability seemed to cause Fu Niu to writhe in pain.
Bai Zhi'er quickly withdrew her mana.
"What's going on?!" she exclaimed in surprise.
Logically, it shouldn't be like this. Fu Niu was injured, and she was healing it, but why did its internal aura resist her Divine Technique, causing chaos?
Feng Fuce stepped forward, furrowing his brows, and stared for a while.
