NOVPUBMana exhausted, his body could no longer maintain height, and he began to fall uncontrollably towards the ground below.
Wang Yi’an inwardly cursed himself for his stupidity.
Such a mishap could occur at this critical moment.
Although the height he was falling from wouldn’t kill him with his body’s resilience, injury was inevitable.
The key was that this delayed the important matter of finding his father.
It was at this moment he suddenly felt a force on his robe at the back of his neck, grabbing him and stopping his fall!
"Mao!"
Wang Yi’an looked up and couldn’t help but feel shocked and overjoyed, as well as grateful:
"Thank you, Mao!"
The man with the hemp-like face spoke swiftly:
"If it weren’t for you coming to my aid several times, I would have died long ago... Do you still have mana? We need to keep running!"
Wang Yi’an shook his head quickly:
"My mana is insufficient, wait for me to refine a bit and I can recover!"
The elder in hemp clothes immediately breathed a sigh of relief while hurriedly saying:
"Then we should keep moving. Your father is strong; that fish monster probably won’t trouble him. If you go now, you might fall into danger, not to mention worrying your father."
"Trouble him not?"
Wang Yi’an didn’t fall, thanks to the strength of the hemp-faced elder.
He couldn’t help but look towards the battle once again.
He could barely make out the white dragon, which was nearing the battlefield.
The thick smoke had not yet cleared.
He knew in his heart that his father was probably in danger, but he couldn’t help but feel hopeful.
"Let’s move fast! If we don’t go now, we may be too late!"
The hemp-faced elder urged with urgency in his voice.
Finally, Wang Yi’an made up his mind, clenched his teeth while looking into the distance, and memorized the figures of the Three Continents’ Cultivators and those Demonic Beasts in his mind.
Then, without further hesitation, he said in a low voice:
"Thank you for your trouble, Mao!"
The hemp-faced elder breathed a sigh of relief and had no time for further pleasantries with Wang Yi’an.
From the Storage Treasure, a Class II, upper grade Flying Gourd flew out.
He placed Wang Yi’an on the gourd and then strenuously channeled his sparse remaining mana into it.
Instantly, the gourd carried both of them towards the mountains they had come from.
Wang Yi’an also hurriedly took the opportunity to swallow some Spirit Chicken Essence and began to refine it.
But it wasn’t long before he heard the faint groaning of the elder in hemp clothes.
Wang Yi’an looked at the elder and saw his pale lips and face as pale as gold paper, looking extremely weak.
"Mao, what’s happened to you?"
Wang Yi’an was greatly alarmed.
The hemp-faced elder was still persistently channeling mana into the gourd.
However, Wang Yi’an keenly noticed that the flow of mana being channeled was intermittent, as if it was on the brink of drying up.
Wang Yi’an suddenly realized:
"Mao, you’re injured… and you’re running out of mana too!"
"Let me do it!"
"No, Wang, you concentrate on refining mana first…" the hemp-faced elder’s voice was weak.
Wang Yi’an, without further discussion, took out a bottle of Spirit Chicken Essence and handed it to the hemp-faced elder, then took direct control of the Flying Gourd.
"Listen to me, refine this spirit food quickly. With mana, you can treat your injuries!" Wang Yi’an urged, pushing out the mana he had just refined while speaking urgently.
The elder in hemp clothes held the white porcelain bottle, staring blankly at Wang Yi’an.
Then finally, he gritted his teeth and drank the Spirit Chicken Essence.
Sitting cross-legged on the gourd, he started to refine it rapidly.
But Wang Yi’an wasn’t much better off.
He wasn’t injured, but piloting the Flying Artifact at full speed rapidly depleted the little mana he had accumulated.
However, worried about the elder’s unhealed injuries, he kept enduring, despite the mana strain.
The heat on his head had just risen when it was blown away by the surrounding wind.
And his face had turned beet red.
They once again passed through a crevice between the mountains.
Just then, the hemp-faced elder suddenly spoke weakly:
"Wang, I remember there’s a geographical position entrance ahead that could help us escape quickly; however, a Class III Spirit Beast lurks around there. I can’t manage it now, but if you can get through, take that path."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yi’an, despite his almost depleted mana, clenched his teeth and said:
"Don’t talk rubbish! We’ll leave together!"
The hemp-faced elder shook his head, struggling to speak:
"I can’t make it; I know my injury too well. It has reached my Dantian. If you can withstand a Class III Spirit Beast, don’t worry about me; just go on your own."
"I... can’t withstand it!"
Wang Yi’an’s face grew redder as he continuously refined the Spirit Chicken Essence he had just swallowed. Yet no sooner had he refined a bit of it than he injected it immediately back into the Flying Gourd.
The drought of his mana had pushed him to his limit.
The hemp-faced elder urged anxiously:
"Don’t you have a Class III defensive tool? Just one is enough for you to get through..."
Wang Yi’an was momentarily stunned, then admitted with difficulty:
"I don’t have one."
"If we can’t, then we’ll go another way!"
The hemp-faced elder nodded, looked at Wang Yi’an’s complexion, and said with concern:
"Wang, cough cough... Let me control the Flying Artifact, and you refine mana."
Wang Yi’an was tempted.
But seeing the weak state of the hemp-faced elder, he still clenched his teeth and said:
"I can keep going!"
They continued to fly for a while longer.
Over a range of continuous mountains and lakes.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, the hemp-faced elder said, "Wang, let me do it..."
"I... still... can..."
Wang Yi’an spoke haltingly.
The redness on his face gradually faded until it turned pale.
The hemp-faced elder saw it all and was deeply moved.
It was then that he suddenly showed a look of horror and turned to look to the side:
