But that unknown force seemed to be extremely powerful. Their efforts only temporarily alleviated Chuchu's pain, but could not completely eradicate the cause of the disease.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Chuchu's condition still showed no sign of improvement.

Rong Lin and Elder Lingyun's faces were covered in sweat. They knew that if this continued, Chu Chu might not be able to survive this.

Just when they felt desperate, a weak voice suddenly rang out from the spirit pool: "Rong Lin... Elder Lingyun... you... leave me alone... I... your spiritual power is constantly weakening..."

That's Chuchu's voice!

Rong Lin felt a sharp pain in his heart when he heard this. He knew that Chuchu was using her own way to ease their burden and pain.

"Chu Chu! Don't talk nonsense! We will definitely save you!" Rong Lin shouted loudly, with unquestionable firmness in his voice.

Chuchu didn't answer, but silently closed her eyes. Her body, enveloped by spiritual energy, gradually began to become transparent. Seeing this, Rong Lin and Elder Lingyun both felt an ominous premonition.

At that moment, a mysterious figure suddenly appeared above the spirit pond. He was dressed in a black robe, his face shrouded in a faint mist, making it impossible to see his true appearance. However, he exuded a powerful and strange aura that made people feel uncontrollable and palpitated.

"Hmph! Even gods have a lifespan. How dare you challenge the arrangement of fate?" The mysterious man sneered, his voice carrying an unquestionable majesty and power.