C43 (1/2)

Under Little Hai's hazy eyes, he could see Liu Chan Yu's body continuously fluttering about. Under the rain, he appeared exceptionally miserable.

”Brother Yu …”

Little Hai was choked with sobs. This was the first time he saw the fearless Liu Chan Yu being beaten to such a state. He didn't even have a trace of a weak fluctuation of breath.

”Crack!”

There was another clap of thunder in the distance. Little Hai didn't have much time to think as he wiped away the tears on his right hand. Then, he carefully carried Liu Zhaoyu on his back and began to walk on the muddy road step by step.

Little Hai felt some hatred in his heart. He felt that he should have come earlier. If that was the case, he could have helped him with this deadly threat.

He had made an agreement with Liu Chan Yu. After Liu Chan Yu left the ruins, he would go to the slums to find him and help him cultivate. However, Little Hai and the others on the left didn't necessarily want Liu Chan Yu to come, so they became more and more anxious.

While Xiaohai was anxiously waiting, he heard the discussions of the warriors that were coming and going. He hurried over under the heavy rain, but he arrived too late.

”Brother Yu, you have to hold on!”

Little Hai silently prayed in his heart for Liu Chan Yu to survive.

The distance from the ruins to the slums of the southern suburbs was quite far, a good 30 miles.

Of course, if this distance was considered to be not too far for a martial artist, but if Little Hai was carrying the dying Liu Zhenyu, which was originally larger than Little Hai in size and weight, then Little Hai would have put too much effort into carrying him.

With the roads winding and muddy, it was like climbing into the sky.

”Brother Yu, you have to hold on!”

”I'll definitely bring you back!”

Little Hai was shouting loudly, because they could clearly feel that Liu Chan Yu's nose aura was becoming weaker and weaker.