"Big brother, hang in there! I'll get you out of here!"
Yang Dingtian gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the injuries inside his body.
First, he took several healing sacred medicines from his Storage Ring—ones he had been unwilling to consume himself.
He stuffed them all into Yang Lingtian's mouth, then fed himself several as well.
After doing all that, he carried Yang Lingtian, who had completely lost consciousness, on his back and identified the direction.
Then he transformed into a streak of golden light and fled wildly into the distance at his fastest speed.
He had only one thought now: run, and the farther, the better!
Before the enemy caught up, he had to find an absolutely safe place where his big brother could heal.
However, how could injuries left by a Divine King powerhouse be so easily suppressed?
Yang Dingtian had flown less than fifty kilometers when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
His throat turned sweet, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.
He had been struck by the wind from that old bastard's claws, leaving all his internal organs shaken.
Even worse, traces of extraordinarily overbearing Divine King Laws still remained in his wounds.
That force of law was like a maggot burrowing into his bones, rampaging through his meridians.
It constantly damaged his Life Force and prevented his wounds from healing.
The moment the healing sacred medicines he had swallowed began to dissolve,
most of their medicinal power was scattered by that force of law, rendering them nearly useless.
"Damn old bastard!"
Yang Dingtian grimaced in pain, but he did not dare stop.
He could feel his big brother's aura growing weaker and weaker on his back. He had to race against time.
All he could do was fly for his