Gratitude-Who Destroyed My Peach Blossoms?

Outside Peach Blossom Mountain, a group of gray-robed livestock frowned deeply.

Ever since Number Eight entered Peach Blossom Mountain, they had been like this.

Especially when Number Eight suddenly began spinning in place halfway up the mountain, his body gradually turning transparent, they became frantic.

Someone spat out a mouthful of Golden Blood. The Golden Blood crossed several hundred meters and scattered around Number Eight.

The result:

Rolling mist around Number Eight blocked the Golden Blood.

Several gray-robed livestock continuously spat Golden Blood. Some even threw darts wrapped in limit-breaking power.

Yet none of it could break the unknown restraint surrounding Number Eight.

On the contrary:

Number Eight's transparency accelerated without stop.

Someone used the Lion's Roar technique, trying to guide Number Eight.

However:

With a furious roar, thunder rumbled in waves, even shattering several peach trees ahead.

Yet it still could not awaken Number Eight, who was crazily spinning in place.

Number One's expression darkened. She said in a low voice, "The anomaly in Peach Blossom Mountain is definitely worth more than twenty points!"

"My lord, let's go!"

Chu Qing nodded, then shook his head.

He agreed with the first half of Number One's words.

But he did not agree with the latter half.

"No. Number Eight isn't dead yet. We must bring him back."

When Chu Qing spoke, the gray-robed people were stunned.

They were merely gray-robed livestock.

By past experience, once they were trapped, they would absolutely be abandoned.

But:

This black-robed man seemed unwilling to accept that?

Number One gritted her teeth. "My lord, if we save him, all the rest of us might get dragged in!"

"Our Golden Blood isn't very effective!"

"Even limit-breaking power doesn't work!"

"We... don't want to die for nothing!"

Chu Qing chuckled. "Who told you to die?"

"I'll go save