Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios Xie Yandong and the others also noticed the chaos in the valley. However, because they were in the opposite direction, they didn't know what was happening on Feng Hao's side. Therefore, they could only stay on the spot nervously, praying that Feng Hao and Little Green Dream's operation would succeed.
If they wanted to obtain more benefits, they had to pay a price and bear a huge risk.
This had never changed. It was the same at any time and place.
…
"Bang."
The whips on top of the tower spirit's head were like two nimble vipers. With a quick speed and a tricky angle, they directly hit Feng Hao's chest and flung him away.
"Cough, cough …"
Fenghao coughed up blood. The place where his chest had been struck was dripping with blood, and one could even see the white bones there.
"Daddy."
Little Qing Meng immediately cried, and her fingers slowed down a lot.
"I'm fine."
Feng Hao quickly got up. Because he pulled on the wound on his chest, his face couldn't help but twitch. A flash of pain passed as he quickly approached Little Green Dream. "This won't do. I can't hit it at all. It's moving too fast."
After fighting with the tower spirit, he understood how terrifying it was. Whether it was speed or strength, it was invincible.
Although Little Green Dream's poison could make it suffer, it would be useless if it couldn't hit it.
Feng Hao didn't consider this point thoroughly. That was why he was in such a desperate situation.
Behind him, the rumbling sound was getting closer. In just a few moments, Feng Hao could clearly feel the trembling under his feet growing stronger.
This also meant that the tower spirits behind him were getting closer. If they caught up, then there would be no chance of survival.
"Charge."
Gritting his teeth, Feng Hao could only choose to fight.
"Chi chi chi …"
Along the way, Little Qing Meng kept shooting out poison, forcing the tower spirits to stay away. Fenghao, on the other hand, pulled her away from the group of tower spirits.
After a period of time, the Tower Spirit seemed to be a little angry. Its ice-cold eyes were coated with a layer of frost as it set its sights on Little Qing Meng.
Fortunately, because it was afraid of Little Green Dream's poison, even if it had the chance to attack Feng Hao and Little Green Dream, it would choose to avoid it.
This was the only thing worth rejoicing over.
However, Feng Hao's expression wasn't relaxed because they couldn't get rid of this tower spirit.
This wasn't good news. Moreover, because of the intense consumption, Little Green Dream couldn't hold on any longer. Her face was as pale as a sheet and her sweat kept dripping down. However, she still gritted her teeth and persevered.
Even with her Supreme Poison Physique, using the Wu Wu Wu Mang Monarch Monarch's Wu would still put her under a lot of pressure.
Moreover, she hadn't stopped for six hours.
Within these six hours, the tower spirits had fallen behind a lot. At least, at this moment, Feng Hao couldn't feel the violent tremors on the ground anymore. This meant that they had left the tower spirits far behind.
However, he didn't relax. Because as long as this tower spirit kept following them, it was only a matter of time before the tower spirits caught up.
The night passed very quickly, and the first ray of morning light shone down, illuminating the pitch-black world, bringing light and warmth. Because of this, the mountain was also filled with a thin layer of fog, and it was everywhere.
"Swoosh."
Two figures quickly rushed out of the fog and quickly disappeared into the forest.
"Meng 'er, if you can't hold on, then rest for a while."
Feng Hao couldn't remember how many times he had reminded Little Green Dream, but she stubbornly persisted.
"Meng 'er is fine, I don't need to rest."
Little Green Dream smiled at him with a pale face, causing his heart to twitch. The pain made him feel a little suffocated. Even when he was tempering his body in the Heavenly Fire Region, it wasn't even a thousandth of the pain.
He was well aware of why Little Qing Meng was persisting. Immediately, traces of blood appeared in his eyes. In an instant, the fury in his heart disappeared.
He stopped and stood on the spot, looking at the fog that permeated the mountain. His eyes flickered with an indescribable light.
"Meng 'er, I have an idea."
Feng Hao quickly told Little Green Dream his idea, and the latter's eyes lit up.
"Bang."
The tower spirit quickly caught up. When it saw that Feng Hao had stopped and Little Green Dream didn't attack it, a human-like doubt flashed across its ice-cold eyes.
Possessing intelligence, it wasn't in a hurry to attack. Instead, it cautiously moved left and right, slowly swinging its long whips, creating bottomless cracks on the ground. It seemed to be conducting some sort of test.
However, Fenghao still didn't attack, and Little Qing Meng did the same. However, the two of them had entered an area filled with morning mist.
The tower spirit paused on the spot and pondered for a moment. In an instant, a layer of frost surged in its eyes. Its six legs pressed against the ground, and its entire body turned into an afterimage as it swiftly flew into the fog.
"Creak …"
In an instant, a mournful shriek resounded in the morning mist region. The ground trembled and a large portion of the morning mist was dispersed. A large portion of the surrounding forest was destroyed and leveled to the ground.
"Success."
Looking at the struggling Transcendent Tower Spirit, joy flashed in Fenghao's eyes. Without any hesitation, he pulled Little Qingmeng's arm and quickly left.
Indeed, with Little Green Dream's attack speed, it was impossible to hit the tower spirit. That's because even Feng Hao wasn't confident that he could hit the fast-moving tower spirit.
However, after seeing the morning mist, Fenghao received a revelation.
The fog was omnipresent.
Evidently, the tower spirit had been struck. Feng Hao could sense that the tower spirit's struggle was weakening, but he still didn't have any intention of killing it.
He could not be sure if its defense had been weakened or not. Moreover, even if it had been weakened, the power it exerted was probably no less than that of a Stage Eight Divine Beast.
Looking at Little Green Dream, who was on the verge of collapse, Feng Hao didn't intend to take the risk.
After another hour, Feng Hao finally knew why Gongsun Jing asked him to take this path. That's because there was a camp not far away, and it seemed to belong to the Shaman Spirit Clan.
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