Without stopping for a moment.
Loa and Wangcai ran for their lives for three days and three nights.
They called it running for their lives, but no one was actually chasing them. Still, when several Saint auras had clashed above Fire Dragon Valley that day, the mere aftershocks had made Loa's scalp prickle.
He had no idea how the fighting had turned out afterward, nor did he want to know. All he knew was that he would be a fool not to run now.
He had barely slept in those three days. A Rank 7 Warrior's body had no trouble going three days and nights without sleep; whenever he was hungry, he took a few bites of dry rations. Wangcai's four legs had churned away just as fast, without a single complaint.
Only after they reached the northern fringes of the Sunset Mountain Range, well away from the Core Region, did Loa stop.
The journey had gone exceptionally smoothly, without a single ambush by magical beasts.
Once they reached the outskirts, Loa found a sheltered spot to make camp.
He lit a fire and put some meat on to roast. Wangcai lay at his feet, panting hard with his tongue hanging far out. Neither man nor dog spoke. They simply sat there, listening to the crackle of the fire.
Loa closed his eyes and checked his condition.
His spiritual force had grown.
Using soul attacks to kill those two rank-nine fire dragons had drained him too severely, leaving his head buzzing. These three days of frantic running had pushed his mental state to its limits as well. Now that he had relaxed, as his spiritual force slowly recovered, he felt not only fully restored but considerably stronger than before.
He opened his eyes and looked at Wangcai.
The dog lay