Snow splattered everywhere, and a biting cold permeated the air, while Kuldeep’s figure lay motionless there.

At the same time, the motorcycle’s engine gradually quieted, and its wheels, equipped with anti-skid chains, came to a steady stop on the snow.

The motorcycle was entirely black, with sleek and sharp lines. The headlight on the front cast a dazzling beam of light in the snow, like a fierce beast poised to strike.

A thin layer of snow covered the body, but it could not hide its austere and domineering aura.

Vikram swung his right leg over, dismounting from the motorcycle with practiced ease. A seemingly thin wolf fur coat was draped over him, its hem fluttering slightly in the wind, making him appear exceptionally tall and straight.

Behind him Healer Druid and Warrior Druid jumped down.

Vikram casually took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face. His eyes were clear and deep, yet his gaze was stern and sharp, as if it could pierce through the snowstorm and strike directly at one’s heart.

At the bottom of the slope, his long-uncut black hair, freed as Vikram removed his helmet, danced freely in the wind and snow.

His smooth hair was slightly disheveled in the wind, and his profound facial features, combined with his slightly stern gaze at the moment, exuded a sense of authority.

He casually hung his helmet on the handlebars, his gaze sweeping over the disheveled Kuldeep in the snow pit. His movements were swift and decisive, carrying an air of unquestionable authority.

"Savage Wolf Shelter?"

His voice was low and flat, devoid of emotion, and as he spoke, his gaze swept over the faces of the people in front of him.

Kuldeep was still buried in the snow, unresponsive. Only a few Survivors, who clearly looked like mere extras, were present, their faces pale and their eyes darting nervously.

"You... who are you? You know we’re from the Savage Wolf Shelter, yet you dare to be so arrogant?" one of the underlings stammered, his voice clearly trembling as he forced himself to speak.

"Exactly, damn it! Don’t you believe the Savage Wolf Shelter can make sure you can’t survive in this area?" another chimed in, his tone fierce but unable to hide his inner apprehension.

The underlings’ words clearly lacked conviction; Vikram could see through their feigned bravado at a glance.

He gave them a cold glance, a sneer playing on his lips, then turned his head, no longer bothering with these paper tigers.

Seeing this, Vikram directly turned his head away from them and looked at the two people shielded by his motorcycle.

"How are you two? Can you still hold on?" His voice was still low, but much softer than before, though his brows remained furrowed. His gaze lingered on Divya, carefully assessing her injuries.

Divya’s clothes were tattered, and clear marks of injury were visible on her face and body.

Feeling Vikram’s somewhat intense gaze, she unconsciously turned her head and whispered, "I’m mostly fine, but Anju, she..."

Before she finished, both their gazes turned to Anjali, whom Divya was supporting.

Anjali slowly raised her round head, revealing a small, pale face, with a trace of fresh blood at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes held a hint of resentment, and her voice, though weak, still carried a playful tone, "I thought you two hadn’t finished flirting yet. Have you finally remembered there’s someone else here?" As she spoke, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

"Cough! Cough!" No sooner had Anjali finished complaining than a sharp pain shot through her chest, causing her to cough violently.

Unexpectedly, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from her mouth, splashing onto the snow and instantly melting the surrounding accumulation, leaving a striking patch of crimson.

Anjali, who had just been standing tall and putting on a brave front, instantly changed after spitting blood, becoming like a frost-belled eggplant, her breath weak, almost fainting.

Even her hands, which were supporting Divya, lost their strength, and her petite body swayed precariously.

Seeing her about to collapse completely, Vikram quickly stepped forward and steadily supported her lower back, preventing her from further injury.

The unique fragrance of the young girl, particular to her, entered his nostrils through their close contact, but Vikram was not in the mood for wandering thoughts.

He immediately pushed Anjali, who was leaning on him, towards the frowning Divya. "Vikram, she should be fine, right?"

Divya didn’t consider how Vikram could possibly know such things. She hugged Anjali and asked, her eyes filled with urgency, her voice trembling slightly.

In her opinion, Vikram was the only one she could rely on at the moment, and in her panic, she could only look to him.

"This little kid has some internal injuries, but nothing serious. She’s just temporarily unconscious now, and she will be healed immediately." His tone was certain, and the clarity in his eyes didn’t seem feigned, which immediately put Divya at ease.

"How can she be healed immediately?" Divya asked, but before she got the reply, the plant, who had come with a mage-like stick in his hand, appeared beside her.

Its body glowed with a warm, soothing green aura, and its hands were already emitting healing energy.

Both Divya and Anjali (who was barely conscious) were startled. "W-what is that...?" Divya asked, eyes wide with surprise, instinctively pulling Anjali closer.

Anjali, even in her weakened state, stared at the small being with a mix of confusion and wariness.

Vikram smiled gently and introduced it, "This is the Healer Druid. It can heal both of you."

The Healer Druid floated closer without hesitation. It placed its small glowing hands on Anjali’s chest first, releasing a soft wave of green energy that slowly closed her internal wounds and restored her strength. Then it moved to Divya, healing the bruises and exhaustion she had accumulated.

The warm light felt comforting, like a gentle spring breeze, easing their pain and fatigue almost instantly.

Divya looked at the sprout in amazement, then at Vikram. "It can heal us."

Anjali, regaining some color in her face, muttered weakly, "This world really is weird..."

Seeing they are getting healed, they felt relieved, while touching the Healer Druid, they felt it was kinda cute.

Both of them then looked towards the being who looked the same as the Healer Druid, but he had a blade in his hand.

They didn’t know what this Druid would do? Then remembered that the real issue had not yet been resolved; the threat posed by the members of the Savage Wolf Shelter was still looming.

She immediately looked behind Vikram. The four Survivors, seeing Vikram carelessly turn his back to them, didn’t stand on ceremony. They raised their respective weapons and charged straight at him.

"Watch out behind you!" Divya, supporting Anjali, cried out in terror.

However, Vikram’s reaction was completely different from her imagined evasion.

Vikram, who seemingly turned his back to them, actually had their every move within his perception.

The sounds of their footsteps, their breathing, and an ethereal killing intent all clearly alerted him to the danger behind him.

Finally, several weapons were raised in succession, then descended towards Vikram’s back.

In that instant, the Warrior Druid, who was standing silently behind Vikram, moved. Its blade flashed once in a clean, precise arc. And it sliced cleanly through the fingers of all four attackers.

A sharp, agonizing pain exploded in their hands as multiple fingers were severed. Blood sprayed instantly.

Their fingers lost all strength.

One by one, their weapons slipped from their ruined grasp and clattered onto the ground.

All four underlings staggered back several meters, clutching their bleeding, mutilated hands in shock and pain, screaming in agony.

Only then did Vikram slowly turn around.

He stood calmly, expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

Right in front of the four attackers now stood the Warrior Druid. Its wooden blade was still raised, fresh blood dripping from its edge. The sprout hadn’t made a sound. It simply stood there, silent and composed, as if it had been guarding Vikram’s back the entire time.

Divya’s eyes widened in shock. Her delicate pink mouth formed a small, adorable "O" shape as the scene replayed in her mind.

In that single instant, the Warrior Druid had blocked all four attacks with one precise strike, cutting their fingers and forcing their weapons to the ground, all while Vikram remained completely calm and casual.

Divya had thought it would be a pleasant surprise if Vikram could even rescue them.

She never imagined it would happen so effortlessly... and with such overwhelming power.

The four underlings stared at their mangled, bleeding hands, then at the Warrior Druid, then at Vikram. Their faces turned deathly pale with fear and disbelief.

Vikram looked at them expressionlessly, his voice cold and steady.

"You should have stayed down."

Now, the situation had completely reversed; the thugs who had been relentlessly pursuing them now had to curry favor with Vikram.

At present, several of them were huddled together, cowering. Blood dripped from their hands, some clutching their severed fingers, others pressing their wounds in panic. Their weapons lay scattered on the ground, none of them daring to pick them up.

"You... you..." One of the survivors trembled, his voice shaking as he held his bleeding hand, unable to even form a complete sentence. The pain twisted his expression, and whatever courage he had left was completely crushed.

The pressure Vikram exerted on them was simply too great, so overwhelming that none of them dared to utter another threat.

Just as they felt they were about to be finished.

"Pfft~"

A sudden sound nearby immediately sparked hope in their eyes.

"You’re dead! Our boss is fine. When he gets up, you’ll get what’s coming to you!"

"Haha, you’re too naive if you think you can take down our boss with a sneak attack!"

The people who had been trembling just moments ago suddenly found their voices again, shouting loudly despite the pain.

Vikram, however, didn’t care in the slightest. Not only did he not kill them immediately, but he also waited quietly for Kuldeep, who had been knocked flying, to get back up.

And Kuldeep was indeed resilient. Living up to expectations, he slowly pushed himself up from the ground, shaking off the accumulated snow.

Standing upright, he didn’t rush at Vikram to avenge his subordinates. Instead, he stared intently at him, his gaze sharp.

Even after being knocked back, Kuldeep didn’t attack immediately after getting up.

He hesitated, not without reason. In front of him stood a child-like being holding a blade, while another similar figure was calmly healing Divya and Anjali.

And that alone wasn’t everything. Even the motorcycle behind Vikram was enough to intimidate him, and he had no idea what other tricks Vikram might have.

Without knowing the full situation, Kuldeep couldn’t afford to act rashly.

"Who exactly are you? And do you realize you’re interfering with the Savage Wolf Shelter’s business?" he asked coldly.

Buried in the snow earlier, he still didn’t fully understand what had happened, only that his four subordinates, even working together, had been unable to defeat Vikram and were now all injured.

When faced with uncertainty, Kuldeep habitually brought up the name of Savage Wolf Shelter.

However, Vikram remained standing in place, his expression indifferent, while Warrior Druid was ready with his blade.

"Stop with the nonsense. If you’re going to fight, make it quick. I’m in a hurry to get home for dinner," he said, waving his hand, his tone very impatient.

At this moment, one of his subordinates quietly approached Kuldeep and whispered to him, recounting the entire situation that had just transpired.