A cold light flickered in Liu Erlong's eyes. "What a pity. If we were stronger and could use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill after reaching the Soul Douluo level, we might have killed that old monster just now."
Master shook his head. "It wouldn't have been that easy. Didn't you notice that Dugu Bo seemed to have some reservations when he fought us earlier? He didn't use his full strength. Otherwise, I'm afraid we wouldn't have held out for so long."
Flender nodded. "Once we get back, we'll immediately send people to find Tang San's father and Orchid Hall. As long as we can find either him or that faction, then Dugu Bo's intentions won't matter."
The three of them had recovered some Soul Power by now. With the pills Dugu Bo had given them in their mouths, they headed out of Sunset Forest.
Dugu Bo returned to the side of the Ice Fire Yin Yang Well. With the help of the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San had not fallen behind, and he was still carrying the sleeping Lan Xue in his arms. Dawn was gradually breaking, and after a night of turmoil, a faint weariness showed on Dugu Bo's aged face.
Although he was far stronger than Master and the other two, the arrival of the Golden Iron Triangle had coincided with the period each day when he suffered worse than death. Their subsequent battle had also put considerable pressure on him. Though his Soul Power remained abundant, his stamina had declined somewhat.
After all, old age left one without the strength of youth.
Dugu Bo glanced at Tang San and looked at the changes in the Eight Spider Lances behind him. "Kid, did you eat something? Don't blame me for not warning you. The medicinal herbs here are