Tang Hao's Spirit Bones Were Taken-Ring Detonation Again!

The setting sun was as red as blood, staining the wilderness outside the town crimson.

Three figures fled across the wasteland in disarray.

Tang Hao hunched slightly, his broad back steadily carrying the frail Yu Xiaogang, whose legs had both been severed.

His rough arms firmly shielded Tang San before him, his heavy breathing especially clear amid the wind.

Right now, he only wanted to escape!

Facing the pursuit of several hundred soul masters was truly exhausting.

Especially while carrying Yu Xiaogang on his back!

For a moment, he had truly considered throwing Yu Xiaogang aside.

If not for the fact that his son would still need Yu Xiaogang's help with his future cultivation, he would have already discarded him.

Did an old piece of trash deserve to cling to the back of Clear Sky Douluo?

Yu Xiaogang's legs were gone, and his face was pale as paper.

His thin body clung tightly to Tang Hao's back, his eyes filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Both hands gripped Tang Hao's collar tightly as he kept reminding him in a low voice.

"Your Excellency Clear Sky, the pursuers behind us are too fast. We can't hold on for much longer..."

What worried him even more?

Being thrown away by Tang Hao.

Once he was discarded, he would undoubtedly die!

He had clearly seen the fleeting killing intent in Tang Hao's eyes earlier, so he had remained on guard.

He understood even more clearly that in such a desperate situation, Tang Hao would never care about a burden like him.

If he still had not been of some use, how could he have attached himself to Tang Hao?

Tang San sprinted ahead, his gaze solemn.

He could clearly sense the overwhelming, densely packed auras of soul masters behind them. A shadow of despair