Tang Hao's Plan

After Tang Hao took Tang San out of Spirit City, they fled at full speed, completely disregarding his own injuries. He did not stop until the Soul Power within him was nearly exhausted.

By evening, the rustling of leaves filled the air. In a small grove, Tang Hao had lit a campfire, with a rabbit roasting over it.

Tang Hao's face was pale, and his tattered clothes were still covered in large patches of dried blood. He sat with his eyes closed, tending to his injuries.

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

During the match, Tang San had been struck heavily in succession by Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Li, and Xiao Wu, leaving him on the brink of death.

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

But that Big Sausage had merely kept him alive. His injuries remained severe, and not long after leaving Spirit City, he had fallen unconscious.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Hao suddenly opened his eyes and began coughing violently. A large amount of blackened blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

As he coughed up the clotted blood, his complexion improved somewhat.

He turned to glance at Tang San, then turned the rabbit over the fire.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he whipped his head around and fixed his gaze on Tang San's face.

Tang San's eyelids twitched.

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

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

Tang San slowly awoke from his coma. He seemed to have heard coughing.

Almost instinctively, he sprang upright and warily swept his gaze around the area.

The first thing he saw was a bright campfire,