"Master, are you alright!"
As Beiting Huang approached, Thunderbolt rushed towards him. Ling Mo's arm stretched incredibly long, grabbed Thunderbolt, and flung him behind, "Cut it out, stop pouncing on the Master!"
You think you're Mimicry, huh!
Ling Mo didn't say the last sentence out loud. As a result, Thunderbolt got quite annoyed; he was about to strike at Ling Mo, but seeing Beiting Huang's slightly pale face, he stopped himself. He and Ling Mo, one on each side, helped Beiting Huang into the cave.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me!"
Beiting Huang truly wasn't injured. He had expended all his divine power in a head-on clash with Ming Su. Although he took a Divine Realm medicinal pill, the strength hadn't been fully refined when he confronted Elder Chi with a forceful move, causing his blood to reverse, which made his complexion look poor.
"Young man, are you okay?"
