A group of burly Black Spirit men broke into a run, striding after Cloud Emperor and the others.
The man with a blue giant snake coiled around his waist grumbled as he sprinted, "I still hate those elves! They're always saying our totem pillars are too ugly, but I think their weapons are far too gaudy! Ah, I'd love to toss them into a spider nest and watch them scream as spiderwebs wrap all over their bodies. That would be fun, wouldn't it?"
The Black Spirit men burst into booming laughter. Amid their laughter, they caught sight of Cloud Emperor's group flickering in and out of view ahead.
Hearing the laughter behind him, Cloud Emperor sighed helplessly. He took out another crimson pill and swallowed it. Purple aura abruptly spread from his body, and several dragon-shaped currents of force let out soaring dragon roars. Sweeping up the surrounding air, he carried Yun Canglong and the others forward, shooting ahead several times faster than before.
Yun Canglong gritted his teeth and said nothing. The medicine Cloud Emperor had taken did nothing but stimulate his vitality again and again, practically draining the pond to catch the fish as it forced his frail body to unleash overwhelming strength. It was drinking poison to quench thirst—there was no doubt about it.
But no matter what, even if doing this inflicted terrifying harm upon Cloud Emperor's body, they had no choice. They had to escape these Black Spirit men's grasp. Otherwise, the Vias branch of the Cloud Dragon Clan would see its lineage cut off. Only Yun remained on the Western Continent, and a girl could not bear the heavy responsibility of carrying on the family line.
As long as they could make it back to Vias and find a way to cure the White