This beast naturally didn't understand these rules, nor did it know how to dodge. It only instinctively used its hand to block. Yan Zheng originally wanted to attack its lower abdomen, but he couldn't dodge and slashed its left arm with his sword.

Who knew that this beast had such thick skin and flesh? I only heard it cry out once, and I don't know if it was cut or not.

Enraged, the beast charged at Yan Zheng with brute force.

Yan Zheng sneered and dodged to the side. Just as he was about to pounce again, the coldness on Yan Zheng's face froze.

The beast roared and leaped up quickly. Before he could react, another palm struck his face.

Yan Zheng gritted his teeth, wanting to dodge but unable to.

In the face of absolute power, skill is insignificant; the bear-like but not-quite-bear monster actually swung the sword away from his hand with one hand.

Yan Zheng was pinned down by it.

This beast seemed unafraid of his punches and kicks; Yan Zheng used all his strength to strike, but all he got in return was a roar or two.

In addition, after the injury, he often couldn't use his arm properly.

But the beast's claws swung straight at his left arm. Yan Zheng gasped, knowing without looking that his left arm was already a bloody mess.

He touched the rock beneath him, and without thinking, smashed it down on the beast's head, hitting it squarely in the temple.

In that brief moment of distraction, he heard a rapid breathing sound.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Jing'an leaped down from the tree and grabbed the wild beast by the neck.

Yan Jing'an threw out the rope in his hand, and with a quick pull to the left and right, the beast's neck was caught between the rope and Yan Jing'an.

Ignoring the injury to his head, he used all his strength to strangle the beast from behind.

At this moment, Yan Zheng was finally able to extricate himself temporarily.

Yan Jing'an roared, "Don't worry about me, fire the arrows, fire the arrows!"

He shouted twice, and Yan Zheng immediately drew his bow and arrow from behind him. He quickly retreated about ten meters, bent the bow, aimed, and fired.

One wasn't enough; that beast was too big. This amount of medicine had no effect on it. Yan Zheng fired three more arrows in quick succession.

Two arrows struck its abdomen, and one arrow struck its left leg.

The beast, having been attacked and unable to subdue Yan Jing'an, roared furiously until Yan Zheng's fourth arrow struck it squarely between the eyebrows, at which point it finally collapsed, trembling.

Yan Jing'an sensed that the beasts under his command were gradually losing their strength.

As it collapsed to the ground, it too lost its strength and tumbled to the ground.

Yan Zheng rushed over and caught him.

Only when you get closer can you see that his head is covered in blood, his once handsome face is covered in blood and dirt, and his whole face is pale.

Before Yan Zheng could even get a firm grip, he vomited, then collapsed to the ground and vomited violently.

I hadn't eaten much for a day and a night, so I couldn't vomit much; it was just blood mixed with bile and gastric juice.

Yan Zheng knew that his brain had been damaged.

After vomiting, Yan Jing'an said, "There's a small cave a hundred meters south. I hid the deer there."

Yan Zheng cautiously surveyed his surroundings again. His left arm felt like it was on fire, throbbing in waves, the pain so intense that the veins on his forehead bulged.

He composed himself, gritted his teeth, and said, "You wait here, I'll go get it."

Yan Jing'an nodded with his eyes closed, and Yan Zheng helped him move it to the tree.

Next, we examined the injuries on his head. There were abrasions and bruises on both sides of his head, including a ten-centimeter-long scratch behind his left ear.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound reopened during the fight.

Yan Zheng endured the burning pain in his arm, trying his best to ignore it. He took out iodine from his backpack, poured some on the wound, and wrapped a bandage around his head twice.

They originally wanted to help him climb the tree, but Yan Jing'an was too weak at this point.

The most urgent task is to bring the fawn over and take him back.

He stood up, but his body swayed involuntarily.

The wound on his left arm was not to be ignored either. He had just glanced at it and saw that it was deep enough to expose the bone. He poured some iodine on himself, took a bandage, gritted his teeth, and tied it tightly around the artery in his arm to stop the bleeding.

After dealing with all of this, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He then took a few steps forward and picked up his fallen sword.

The beast was drugged and paralyzed, unable to move. Yan Zheng finished it off with a single, powerful sword strike.

Then he staggered toward the direction Yan Jing'an pointed.

Sure enough, after walking a short distance, we saw a cavity formed by a crevice in the mountain wall, which was not deep inside and had a bend.

Yan Zheng went inside and turned the corner to see the fawn lying there motionless. He went over and called out to it twice, but there was no response.

Then, he touched the deer's body and realized that the fawn was trembling.

Seemingly sensing Yan Zheng's presence, it hurriedly cried out twice, its voice filled with anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home."

As he spoke, Yan Zheng disregarded the injury on his arm and helped the fawn stand up by supporting its body.

Once outside the cave, Yan Zheng could see that the fawn's left antler was broken, its left eye was closed, and there were three clearly visible claw marks on its neck, with blood flowing down its neck, though thankfully not very deep.

He felt heartbroken looking at it, took out a bandage and wrapped it around its neck twice. When the bandage ran out, he could only disinfect the wound on the antlers with iodine. He opened its eyes but found nothing unusual, but it kept them tightly closed and refused to open them.

She was terrified, making low, whimpering sounds, and there seemed to be tears in her other eye.

Yan Zheng patted its back to comfort it, "It's alright, it's alright, let's go."

Perhaps his reassurance worked, because the little deer obediently followed him forward.

When they reached Yan Jing'an, the little deer saw him under the tree and quickly ran over to him, licking his arm.

Yan Jing'an opened his tightly closed eyes, saw that it was Xiao Lu, and weakly forced a smile. He touched Xiao Lu's mouth and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine."

Yan Zheng helped him onto the deer's back, then patted the deer and said to the fawn, "Thank you for your hard work."

Then he led the fawn, stumbling along as they hurried back.

Behind them, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring intently at their backs through the thick green leaves.

Every half hour or so, Yan Zheng would wake Yan Jing'an up once, afraid that he would fall asleep and never wake up again.

This was repeated six or seven times. Yan Jing'an muttered impatiently, "I'm fine. I admit defeat this time. Let me get some sleep."

Yan Zheng's mind was also in a daze. He hadn't slept all night, and with the injury, his arm was so painful that it was numb.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I'll sleep at home. I can't sleep here."

Yan Jing'an didn't reply. After a long while, he suddenly called out, "Brother."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zheng's eyes flashed with emotion, and he paused in his steps: "What did you call me?"

Yan Jing'an laughed, oblivious to the danger, and said indistinctly, "Actually, I know that my name is Yan Zhao and I have an older brother."

"Yan Zheng is a name I changed myself."