Bringing Back the Soul Spirit Grass
Tang Bao did not stop. Taking advantage of the strange creatures' reluctance to enter the barrier, he turned and raced in the direction Winds had gone.
His inner strength had been completely exhausted. He could only rely on the strength of his body to run. The wounds across his body grew increasingly painful, every step was exceptionally difficult, blood constantly seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his vision began to blur.
But he did not give up. There was only one thought in his mind: catch up to Winds as soon as possible, ensure that the Soul Spirit Grass was delivered safely to the Elf Elder, and save Lin Taichu.
He ran forward step by step, crushing the rotten leaves beneath his feet. The airflow howled past him, and the blood on his body stained the ground red.
After who knew how long, Tang Bao gradually slowed down. His legs weakened, and he could barely support himself.
He looked up and saw that the soul mist ahead was gradually thinning. A green figure could vaguely be seen racing ahead—it was Winds.
Tang Bao's heart leaped with joy. Gathering his last shred of strength, he quickened his pace and chased after Winds. He shouted, "Winds, wait for me!"
Hearing Tang Bao's call, Winds stopped and turned around. Seeing him stagger toward her, covered in blood and breathing so faintly it was almost imperceptible, her heart tightened. She immediately turned and ran toward him.
"Why did it take you so long to catch up?" Winds supported the staggering Tang Bao, urgency in her voice. At the same time, Natural Devil Power gathered at her fingertips, and a faint green light flowed into Tang Bao's body, easing his injuries and exhaustion.
Tang Bao leaned against