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.

White crashed down to the ground. Cicery tumbled harshly from Big White's back, hitting

White struggled to crawl towards Cicery

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

Howl!

out a mournful roar before extending

White's affectionate gesture woke Cicery, and her

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

have come for their tribespeople and

up. It resolutely carried Cicery in its mouth and

grew weaker. Cicery lay on top of Big White, feeling its faint breath, her tears pouring

don't die, please

footsteps of the men

abruptly, only to

kicked aside the

White let out a whimper and looked at Cicery,

stood up and bit down on

its little master could

mouth, tears streaming down

had to inform her tribe that someone