In the heart of the Miao Tribe, there were two pillars, and at this moment, two figures were bound to these pillars, they were none other than Nie Wenyu and Nie Wenling. Their complexions were ashen, the corners of their mouths cracked and dry, giving off the impression that they were on their last breath.
"Wenyu, Wenling, how are you?"
At this time, Nie Yuntian was brought here, and seeing this scene, his face showed an expression of immense pain as he shouted, wanting to rush forward, but he was restrained by several Miao Tribe experts. With his Innate Realm Early Phase strength, he had no power to resist here.
Upon hearing Nie Yuntian's call, Nie Wenyu and Nie Wenling slowly opened their eyes and looked toward Nie Yuntian.
"Dad!" Nie Wenling was the first to call out, her voice incredibly weak, seemingly breathless.
"Wenyu, Wenling, rest assured, even if I die, I will definitely keep you safe," Nie Yuntian said with a determined look.
"Nie Yuntian!"
