Ten miles away.
Mu Wan'er gently supported Mo Yanjin and leaned her against a tree.
Mo Yanjin's abdomen was constantly bleeding, clearly showing she was severely injured, and it was something she couldn't suppress.
Meanwhile, Long Xiaoyun and Yang Chen were also incredibly disheveled, with bloodstains crisscrossing their bodies.
"They... they shouldn't be chasing us anymore, huhuhu~~~ I'm... I'm about to collapse."
Yang Chen's lips were extremely pale, his head dizzy, and he staggered down beneath the tree.
"Senior Brother Yang Chen, are you alright?" Mu Wan'er, having settled Mo Yanjin, asked worriedly.
"I'm... I'm fine, thanks to Senior Sister Mo, otherwise, we would have all perished in Huangquan."
Yang Chen waved his hand, panting heavily, his breath extremely weak, with very little Spiritual Energy remaining.
"Yes, what should we do now?"
Long Xiaoyun grinned, leaning against a tree, his tone filled with melancholy.
