Tang San wanted to call out once more, but the wind forced his left arm, which held the rabbit, to bend inward. The fine roots Ji Yuan had nestled in the creases of his palm tightened at once as he sensed the sacrificial magnetic field receding.
"You still have time to call for her? Look above you first!"
Gui Mei's voice struck the stone wall. At the same moment, the grass blades Ji Yuan had left at the valley entrance snapped. Through his senses reaching along the soil, he detected a black Soul Ring moving past all the others.
The ninth Soul Skill had already been activated.
Tang San turned sideways, shielding the white rabbit in his arms against the rock wall. Bracing his right hand on the ground, he reached for Tang Hao's shoulder. His fingertips had barely touched the fabric when several black shadows descended overhead.
"Father, come this way! Hold on a little longer!"
The unconscious man did not respond. Blue Silver Grass sprouted from Tang San's palm, wound around Tang Hao's waist and back, and dragged him inward. In the blink of an eye, black shadows covered the spot where he had been lying.
Ji Yuan withdrew his root tips along the grass rope. Several lengths of fine root left outside lost contact, and continuous tremors traveled through the rock. This time, Gui Mei left no room for probing attacks.
The sacrifice had ended, Xiao Wu's Soul Ring had found its owner, and Yue Guan had died at the valley bottom. If this dragged on, their opponent would simply wipe out every danger he had yet to understand.
"Where's the skill you used to kill Yue Guan? Can you do nothing but hide?"
Tang San bit down on his collar and secured the white rabbit against