"Are we not chasing her?"
Zhao Yun looked at Tang Fei escaping in the distance, and then thought of the Flower of the Great Dao snatched away by the woman, which filled her heart with a sense of pity and a trace of worry, fearing that letting the tiger back to the mountains would bring even greater trouble once the woman grew stronger.
"Cough, cough!!"
"No more chasing!" Wang Ming handed the reins in his hand to Zhao Yun, then turned and came beneath the canopy of the war chariot, sitting down laboriously.
"It is well that she fled, cough, cough, cough!!!"
"If she stayed and we fought another life-and-death battle, Yin Tianqi's mortal shell would likely have collapsed." Wang Ming wiped away the blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Earlier, he was able to catch up to Tang Fei only by pushing the endurance limit of Yin Tianqi's mortal shell; otherwise, closing the distance would have been completely impossible.
"Let us find a place to rest!" Wang Ming's voice came from behind Zhao Yun.
"Very well then! Giddyup--" Zhao Yun glanced at Wang Ming's current state, and she also understood that if she continued to pursue them and Tang Fei erupted with full force, she would be unable to defeat her, while if Wang Ming engaged in a fierce battle with Tang Fei, it would inevitably push Yin Tianqi's mortal shell toward the brink of collapse.
Wang Ming looked at Zhao Yun, then looked at the two Flowers of the Great Dao in his hands. After pondering for a moment, a wave of intense, crushing exhaustion washed over him, and he longed to rest for a while.
Yet right at that moment, tens of thousands of rays of rosy light appeared in the void above their heads,