Murong Shuang held the Shadow Demon Knife in hand, her beautiful face filled with solemnity. She also noticed that Yang Yifei's aura was extremely powerful at this moment, and knew that he must have made a breakthrough. With her current strength, she didn't dare to fight him at all. She simply used her strange shadow body skills to transform into a dark shadow and quickly escaped.

"Want to run!" Yang Yifei swung his long spear and chased after him as fast as lightning, with a howling wind wherever he passed.

Elsewhere, Yu Kai tightly embraced Wu Xiaohu. His figure flashed, landing in a relatively quiet clearing in the distance. He quickly removed his head armor and, watching Wu Xiaohu vomiting blood and gasping for air, tears welled up like a broken dam, streaming freely across his grief-stricken face. With trembling hands, he frantically wiped the blood from his mouth while frantically infusing him with the life-giving power of the Law of Wood. He muttered, "Brother Xiaohu, you'll be fine, you'll be fine! You absolutely will be fine!" His voice, filled with endless pleading, was heartbreaking.

Wu Xiaohu grasped him with a hand that was trembling ever more violently, as if it would lose all strength in the next second. He shook his head weakly, "Master, it's... it's useless! My... my... soul has also been... shattered." With each word, he seemed to use up every last ounce of his strength, his voice as faint as a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. His eyes began to unfocus, but he still tried to see Yu Kai clearly. "Master... don't... don't be sad for me. I'm... I'm content to have been able to accompany you... all this way..." Before he could finish his words, his hand dropped limply.