Western Wasteland.
At a distance away from Kunlun.
A youth was carrying a middle-aged man covered in blood.
The young man's breathing was chaotic and the middle-aged man's breathing was weak, as if he would die at any moment.
"Uncle Ao Ye, hold on. We're almost there.
"Heaven Immortals don't dare to chase us anymore. True Immortals can't catch up to us.
Soon, we will be able to ask for help. "
Ao Man's voice traveled into Ao Ye's ears.
At this moment, Ao Ye's consciousness had started to fade.
"Put me down, you can escape by yourself." Ao Ye's weak voice sounded out.
"That won't happen." Ao Man looked behind him. He felt that someone had already caught up to him.
Lightning appeared beneath his feet, and his speed began to increase.
He had used all his secret arts and Dharma treasures.
He no longer had any trump cards.
He did not know how to ask for help.
