As soon as the words fell, a burst of hurried footsteps could be heard, and several people rushed forward like arrows from a bow. Their figures were as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye they were beside Zhang Peng. Then, they stretched out their hands, palms facing Zhang Peng's body, and continuously channeled their own spiritual energy into him.
Yet, at this moment, no one understood Zhang Peng's current situation better than he did. It turned out he was cultivating an extremely sinister and ruthless martial art—the Poison Technique. Just now, he had resolutely chosen to shatter the poison elixir within his body, the product of years of painstaking effort. This action was undoubtedly extremely dangerous and ruthless, for once the elixir ruptured, the deadly poison contained within would instantly consume his entire meridians and internal organs. Even a Daluo Jinxian would be powerless to save him.
At this critical moment, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the cave entrance, as if the entire earth were trembling. The sound was like thunder from the heavens, resounding through the sky and terrifying. Along with this earth-shattering explosion, the powerful formation that had been protecting the cave entrance suddenly crumbled and collapsed.
In an instant, two dark figures sprinted through the cave entrance like ghosts, their speed unimaginable. When Zhang Peng saw these two figures, his eyes, which had been about to close, suddenly opened, filled with astonishment and disbelief. He stared intently at the masked figure, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.
Immediately, two lines of clear tears silently streamed down his cheeks. Gathering his last bit of strength, he opened his mouth and roared, "Fourth brother, run!" The voice, filled with anxiety and despair, echoed in the empty cave for a long time...
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