Dai Yuhao Wants to Kill Dai Huabin

Outside the White Tiger Duke Mansion.

Three small figures jogged around the entire mansion under the blazing sun.

Each of them carried a basket nearly half their own size on their backs, filled with heavy chunks of gravel weighing at least twenty kilograms.

"Huff... huff..." Dai Yuhao, at the back of the line, panted heavily. His legs had already gone mostly numb, and his pace gradually slowed.

"Huo Yuhao, can't you run faster? If it weren't for you, Zhu Lu and I would've finished long ago and already be on our way to hunt for soul rings." Dai Huabin, at the front, noticed the increasingly heavy breathing behind him, his tone full of impatience.

Yu Xiaogang had repeatedly instructed them that the three of them were one whole. Since they were a whole, abandoning or giving up on anyone was absolutely forbidden, or there would be consequences.

Dai Yuhao did not respond. He merely wiped away the sweat about to drip into his eyes, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to speed up and catch up with the group...

There was no resentment in his heart.

After all, his Soul Power was the lowest. Besides, Dai Huabin was right—he really had been holding the group back.

A moment later, Dai Yuhao's vision darkened, and a faint scent of blood filled his nostrils, making him feel terribly unwell.

He could clearly sense that his body had already surpassed its limit. His sight and hearing were gradually slipping away, and he could collapse at any moment, never to rise again.

No!

He absolutely could not fall here!

Before his consciousness sank into sleep, a girl involuntarily appeared in Dai Yuhao's mind...

Her name was Tang Shan. She was a very beautiful girl. Dai Yuhao had always felt something strange toward Tang