Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Chapter 607: The Witchcraft Was Broken

An Mo gaze remained fixed on the small leaf resting between his fingers. To others, it looked completely ordinary, nothing more than a stray leaf that had accidentally fallen into Su Qinglan’s hair during the chaos earlier.

But the moment his eyes landed on it, the warmth inside them disappeared completely, replaced by a terrifying coldness that made even the surrounding air feel heavy.

Without saying another word, violent flames suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

The fire quietly swallowed the leaf whole, and within seconds it turned into ashes that scattered into the wind.

An Mo eyes darkened as he looked at the disappearing ashes, and a dangerous aura slowly spread from his body.

"They dared to use witchcraft on my female," he muttered coldly.

Su Qinglan, who had been standing beside him earlier while eating snacks and watching the drama unfold, looked at him with confusion.

She did not understand why his expression had suddenly become so ugly. However, before she could even ask him what had happened, her entire body suddenly stiffened.

A sharp pain exploded inside her chest without warning.

Her breathing instantly became uneven as she tightly clutched her clothes near her heart. It felt as though countless invisible threads that had been severed for a long time were suddenly forcefully connected again all at once.

The overwhelming sensation nearly made her collapse.

"Ah—!"

A painful sound escaped from her lips as her face turned deathly pale.

The sudden agony came so violently that her legs lost strength, and her body staggered backward.

Fortunately, An Mo’s expression changed instantly, and he immediately caught her before she could fall onto the ground.

"Lan Lan!"

For the first time, panic appeared clearly inside his voice.

But Su Qinglan could barely answer him. The pain surging through her body was becoming stronger and stronger with every passing second.

Her beast marks had all begun glowing faintly, and every single one carried different emotions and suffering toward her.

Xuan Long’s beast mark was trembling heavily against her skin. The sorrow coming from it was so deep and overwhelming that tears instantly gathered in her eyes. It felt suffocating, painful, and desperate, as though someone was drowning in endless despair with no way to escape.

At the same time, Shi Feng’s beast mark began throbbing violently.

The pain from it was even worse, so sharp and unstable that Su Qinglan nearly bent over completely. It felt as if his life itself was hanging by a thin thread, weakening little by little.

Cold sweat covered her forehead as she bit her lips hard to stop herself from crying out louder.

Meanwhile, Han Jue and Hu Yan’s beast marks were also glowing.

Although the pain from them was not as horrifying as Xuan Long’s and Shi Feng’s, there was still uneasiness and injury flowing from both of them.

All the pain mixed together and rushed toward her at once, making her entire body tremble uncontrollably.

An Mo expression became colder the more he realized what had happened. His eyes immediately shifted toward the ashes of the burnt leaf, and understanding flashed across his mind almost instantly.

The witchcraft barrier had disappeared.

That leaf earlier had clearly been used to cut off Su Qinglan’s connection with all her mates.

No wonder none of them had managed to find her yet.

No wonder Xuan Long had still not arrived despite so much time passing.

This witchcraft had hidden Su Qinglan’s existence completely. Her mates could not sense her location, and Su Qinglan herself had been unable to feel their emotions or pain.

If Rong Ye and An Mo had not discovered her by accident, perhaps even after endless searching, no one would have been able to find her.

Thinking about it made An Mo’s eyes turn frighteningly dark. His gaze slowly shifted toward Rong Yanchen standing not far away, and the killing intent inside his body almost became tangible.

"That bastard..." he muttered coldly. "He truly planned every step perfectly."

Meanwhile, Su Qinglan was already leaning weakly against his chest. Her breathing had become uneven from the overwhelming pain, and tears continuously rolled down her cheeks.

She had never felt all their emotions so clearly before, and now that the barrier was gone, everything crashed into her mind at once like a flood.

"It hurts..." she whispered shakily.

An Mo immediately tightened his hold around her and carefully let her lean more comfortably against his body. One of his hands gently stroked her back, trying to calm her trembling body.

"It’s alright," he said softly, though his eyes remained dark with fury. "We’ll go find them."

Then his expression turned serious as he lowered his head slightly and asked, "Tell me first... which beast mark hurts the most?"

He needed to know their condition. But when his eyes landed on the glowing beast marks on her body, even his heart sank slightly because every single mark was glowing.

Every one of them.

Su Qinglan’s fingers trembled as she clutched his clothes tightly. Her lips were pale as she whispered weakly, "Xuan Long... he feels so sad..."

Just sensing that despair made her chest ache painfully.

Then another sharp pain surged through her body, and her grip on An Mo clothes tightened instantly.

"And Shi Feng..." Her voice shook badly as tears filled her eyes again. "It hurts so much... it feels like he’s dying..."

The moment those words left her mouth, An Mo pupils contracted sharply. Even Rong Ye’s expression changed heavily nearby.

Shi Feng was on the verge of death.

And Xuan Long was drowning in despair.

Something terrible had definitely happened outside.

An Mo no longer wasted another second. He immediately bent down and lifted Su Qinglan into his arms carefully, holding her against his chest as though afraid she would collapse from the pain.

This time, all softness disappeared completely from his expression. Only terrifying coldness remained in his eyes as his gaze landed on Rong Yanchen once again.

"You truly deserve death," he said in a voice so cold that the surrounding air itself seemed to freeze.