Wang Hao had killed the Dark Elder, and seeing Dongfang Wuheng had already fled far away, he was concerned about Ye Ning's safety and did not pursue further.
Ye Ning, seeing Wang Hao's pale face, hurried over.
"Brother Wang Hao, how are you, is the injury serious?"
Wang Hao waved his hand, trying to speak lightly, "It's nothing, just a small wound!"
However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he felt the blood churning inside his body and couldn't help but spurt it out.
"Brother Wang Hao!" Ye Ning's tears streamed down as she felt heartbroken.
"Silly girl, don't cry. We can't stay here long, let's go back!"
Wang Hao reached out his somewhat rough hand to gently wipe away her tears.
"Okay, okay!"
Ye Ning nodded vigorously, helped Wang Hao up, and they walked into the vast expanse of yellow sand.
But!
Just after they had taken a hundred steps or so, Wang Hao suddenly stopped, his expression instantly as grave as a mountain.
