Tang Hao's Plans

After Tang Hao took Tang San out of Spirit City, he sprinted wildly the entire way, completely ignoring his own injuries. He did not stop until the Soul Power in his body was nearly exhausted.

By evening, leaves rustled in the wind. In a small grove, Tang Hao had lit a campfire, with a rabbit set over the flames.

Tang Hao's face was pale, and a great deal of dried blood still clung to his tattered clothes. His eyes were closed as he treated his wounds.

Beside him, Tang San lay on a bed of soft dry grass, unconscious.

During the match, Tang San had been struck heavily one after another by Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Li, and Xiao Wu, and had already been pushed to the brink of death.

If he had not eaten a Big Sausage after the battle ended, he probably would have died already.

But that Big Sausage had only saved his life. His injuries were still severe, and not long after leaving Spirit City, he had fallen unconscious.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes and kept coughing. A large amount of black, clotted blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

After coughing up the blood, his complexion looked a little better.

He turned his head and glanced at Tang San, then turned the rabbit roasting over the fire in front of him.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something. He jerked his head around, his gaze landing on Tang San's face.

Tang San's eyelids moved.

Seeing this, a look of delight appeared on Tang Hao's exhausted face.

He hurriedly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, making himself look less wretched.

Tang San slowly woke from unconsciousness. He seemed to have heard coughing.

Almost by instinct, he abruptly sat up, his