In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

The Nether Wolf King turned around and rushed towards Zhao Yanran, while several Nether Shadow Wolves continued to rush towards the fallen Feng Wuhen.

Seeing this situation, Li Zimo had no choice but to give up treatment.

He flashed and appeared in front of Feng Wuhen like a ghost.

He quickly dealt with several Nether Shadow Wolves that rushed towards Feng Wuhen, and then rushed towards Zhao Yanran who was knocked away by the Wolf King. When she was about to fall to the ground, he hugged her slender waist and stabilized her body.

At this moment, Zhao Yanran in his arms had a pale face, painful eyes, and kept coughing. Blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth. Her clothes on her chest were torn, and there were four deep claw marks on her chest.

The blood on her chest dyed her originally fair skin red, soaked her torn clothes, and obscured the beauty of her chest.

Seeing this, Li Zimo felt inexplicably angry.

He gently placed Zhao Yanran on the ground.

Then he turned around and looked at the Nether Wolf King fiercely. Without saying anything, he picked up his sword and killed him.

With a low roar from the Nether Wolf King, the remaining wolves seemed to have received an order and pounced towards Li Zimo.

They are agile and like black lightning, drawing deadly tracks in the night.

However, Li Zimo seemed to have anticipated all this. His figure appeared and disappeared in the light of the fire, like a fallen leaf in the wind, light and unpredictable.

Li Zimo let out a low roar and used the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique. The long sword in his hand instantly turned into a dazzling sword light, cutting through the night sky and heading straight for the nearest Nether Shadow Wolf.

Wherever the sword light passed, the Nether Shadow Wolf had no time to dodge and was pierced through the heart by the sword, falling down with a wail.

However, this is only the beginning of the battle.

More Nether Shadow Wolves came from all directions, pouncing and biting, trying to drown Li Zimo in the sea of wolves.

But Li Zimo was like a dancer walking on the edge of life and death. He used his divine wind steps to the extreme. Every movement of his feet was just right to avoid the wolves' attacks, while at the same time he counterattacked without losing any opportunity.

As he continued to unleash the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique, the long sword in his hand was like a harvester, reaping the lives of the Nether Shadow Wolves with unparalleled sword power.

As the sword flashed, the Nether Shadow Wolves fell one by one, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

But the Nether Wolf King did not give up. He roared, accelerated suddenly, and pounced directly towards Li Zimo.

This was a life-and-death duel, and Li Zimo knew that he could not make any mistakes.

He took a deep breath, gathered all his spiritual power, and prepared to meet this final challenge.

Li Zimo burst out with all his strength and swung his sword. A dazzling sword light instantly cut through the night sky, as if to split the heaven and earth into two.

Faced with this powerful force, the Nether Wolf King finally showed a look of fear, but it was too late to dodge and could only watch the sword light pierce through his body.

With a deafening howl, the Nether Wolf King fell to the ground with a bang. His huge body twitched a few times before finally returning to calm.

After losing their leader, the rest of the Nether Shadow Wolves also fled in all directions and disappeared into the night.

The battle was over, Li Zimo stood there, panting, sweat dripping down his cheeks.

His clothes were stained with blood, both from his enemies and his own.

But at this moment, he felt unprecedented fulfillment and satisfaction.

In this first life-and-death battle in his life, he still managed to have the last laugh.

No time to think too much.

Li Zimo hurriedly took out two soul-restoring pills from the sachet and swallowed them, then quickly ran to Zhao Yanran's side and used the soul-clearing technique to clear her chest.

In Zhao Yanran's painful and somewhat confused eyes, two big hands pressed on Zhao Yanran's chest and performed healing magic to heal her injuries.

A few blushes appeared on Zhao Yanran's pale face. She looked at the man who had saved her and was pressing her chest and treating her with complicated eyes.

After a while, with the treatment of healing magic, Zhao Yanran's injuries slowly recovered, flesh and blood grew again, and the wound on her chest returned to its original appearance.

When Li Zimo saw this scene, although he knew it was inappropriate, he still unconsciously stroked her gently a few times.

Zhao Yanran also opened her little mouth, staring blankly at Li Zimo with her big eyes that had brightened up again. She wanted to say something but didn't know how.

Li Zimo also noticed Zhao Yanran's strange look, and reluctantly left Zhao Yanran's snow-white and soft skin, ending the treatment.

He hurried to Wen Wan'er, undressed her, exposed the wound on her left chest to the air, and performed healing magic to heal it.

Slowly, the left chest, which originally had several hideous wounds, returned to its original state. Li Zimo also knew that Wen Wan'er's injuries had improved a lot, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Wen Wan'er woke up at some point and was looking at Li Zimo with a dull expression and a blush on her face.

Li Zimo also felt someone watching him, and hurriedly looked at Wen Wan'er's face. He saw that Wen Wan'er's eyes were slightly closed, and her eyelashes were constantly twitching. She was obviously pretending to be unconscious.

Seeing this, Li Zimo couldn't help but tease her.

He gently stroked and tickled her slender, supple waist, wanting to see how long she could hold back her laughter.

Gradually, Wen Wan'er couldn't help but hum softly, but still chose not to open her eyes.

Li Zimo leaned over, kissed her red lips and said:

"Wan'er, don't sleep. There are still two wounded people who need treatment."

After saying that, without waiting for Wen Wan'er's reply, he stood up and walked to Xiao Ling, uncovered the clothes on her legs, and performed healing magic on her slender calves.

Wen Wan'er shyly sat up slowly from the ground, took out another dress, looked at Li Zimo, gritted her teeth, and took off her dress behind him and changed.

Li Zimo heard a rustling sound behind him and looked back.

Her snow-white and soft curves, her slender waist that could be held in one hand, her smooth and flat belly, and her long, straight, white and beautiful legs were all displayed in front of Li Zimo.

I couldn't help but stare at it in amazement.

Wen Wan'er also became extremely shy under her gaze, and her fair and tender skin gradually turned red.

But she still quickly put on her clothes, said nothing, and let Li Zimo admire her.

Wen Wan'er put on her clothes and went to treat Feng Wuhen with a blushing face.

Xiaoling's legs also became white and tender again under Li Zimo's treatment.

She slowly regained consciousness, and when she saw that it was Li Zimo who cured her, she began to speak:

"Brother Zimo, thank you."