C607 Wounded by the Demonic Qi

Carrying Loong San on his back, Zhao Xiaoqi sprinted an indeterminate distance. Only when he was certain that the Devil Lord's aura was nowhere to be found did he finally halt his frantic dash.

Loong San's face was smeared with blood. Not wanting to alarm Zhao Xiaoqi, he feigned nonchalance.

Zhao Xiaoqi, now seated on the ground, had intentionally led the young man astray. Yet