The yellow sand howled like the cries of ten thousand ghosts.
Luo Zhixian carried Chen Qing, relying on a Grandmaster's last control over Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi to tread through the air. Each step carried them dozens of zhang.
The gale tore at their robes, making them snap and crackle.
Chen Qing could clearly feel that the hand gripping the back of his collar had initially been steady and strong. But as Luo Zhixian's figure flickered onward, that hand began to tremble slightly, its strength draining away rapidly.
Blood seeping from the savage wound in his master's chest had long since soaked through his gray robe. As they sped along, it continued to drip down.
A journey of nearly a hundred li would have taken Luo Zhixian, at his peak, no more than a moment.
But now, those hundred li seemed to stretch on without end.
Chen Qing's heart remained suspended in his throat. He could hear his master's breathing growing heavier and heavier.
The bizarre Killing Intent that had invaded his master's body was like gangrene clinging to the bone, madly destroying his vitality and gnawing away at the foundation of his martial path.
At last, after they swept past a towering sand dune, Luo Zhixian's body suddenly swayed. The final wisp of true essence gathered beneath his feet abruptly scattered.
"Master!" Chen Qing cried out.
The sensation of weightlessness struck in an instant!
The two of them plummeted straight down from several zhang above the ground like birds with broken wings!
Bang!!!
The sand was soft. The instant Chen Qing hit the ground, his Dragon Elephant Prajna Vajra Body activated on its own and surged to its limit. Faint golden rays emerged around him, his sinews and bones rang in unison, and he forcibly withstood the tremendous