Amid the storm, a figure broke through the gale-force winds and landed in the valley. He staggered, a longsword in hand stained with blood. His robes were torn in many places and splattered with blood.
He struggled into a cave within the valley. The wind and sand weakened, revealing his face.
It was none other than Mu Haixin, whom Fang Mo had been searching for.
The moment he entered the cave, someone darted out from within. It was Mu Haichao.
He reached out to support Mu Haixin, looking him over from head to toe. "Big Brother, you're injured. Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"
At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind. A group followed them in, led by over twenty Tianli Sect martial artists. Many were wounded, their robes still bearing dried bloodstains, while several had to be supported by others.
Behind the Tianli Sect members was a group from the Galactic Alliance. Gu Lianglong Yao and the others were among them. Clearly, they had kept some distance from the Tianli Sect members and were merely standing nearby, watching.
Mu Haixin glanced at them, straightened slightly, and said lightly,
"On the way back, I encountered a peak Spirit Transformation Level exotic beast. It took great effort to break free, and I suffered a minor injury."
Yet one hand covered his chest, and his smile was forced. Clearly, he had suffered far more than a minor injury.
"Martial uncle Mu, have you contacted the base?"
At this point, a Tianli Sect martial artist asked anxiously.
Looking at the expectant faces, Mu Haichao could not bear to disappoint them, but he still shook his head. "No. We're already deep within the storm region. I changed directions several times, but I still couldn't break out. The messages I sent received no response