A dark-gold sheen crept inch by inch along the Ambrosial Arbor Root. Before, a Titled Douluo's Soul Power could snap its finer tendrils. Now they bent again and again under the raging Clear Sky Origin without a single crack.
Ji Yuan drew in the Root Network and felt the strength growing inside the roots.
If Yue Guan tried cutting them with petals from the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum now, even ordinary tendrils could withstand them head-on. The main root could bind his Martial Soul Avatar outright.
That twenty percent of Clear Sky Origin was worth far more than the blood and vitality he had consumed from Soul Masters along the way.
Tang Hao suddenly dropped. He stumbled onto the top of an Ancient Tree, and its crown snapped beneath the weight of the three of them.
"Dad, you can't keep flying!"
Tang San spread his Eight Spider Lances and drove them into several thick branches in succession, bringing all three down into the forest.
The moment Tang Hao's feet touched the ground, his knees buckled.
He braced himself with the Clear Sky Hammer and kept from falling.
"Keep moving."
"Your hand hasn't stopped shaking."
Tang San supported his father. Blood soon covered his palm.
"If you force your Soul Power again, your meridians will rupture completely."
"Spirit Hall is right behind us. Should we stay here and wait to die?"
Tang Hao knocked his hand away and looked up to get his bearings.
"East. There's a river there. Follow it into the forest and wash away our scent."
Xiao Wu looked back toward the edge of the woods.
"The pursuers are here."
Dozens of Soul Power signatures approached the valley exit. Yue Guan and Gui Mei were among them.
Tang San drew his Hidden Weapons and turned to stand behind