C185 Vitality Extraction

The White Tiger was still dying. Looking at the trees in the forest flying past, he was grabbed under his armpits and sprinting forward frantically, Ling Hao did not dare fly high in the sky, afraid that the Ascendant from the Ascending Buddhist Sect would catch up.

"Brat, who exactly are you? Why did you save me?" The White Tiger's breath was erratic