Chapter 73 - Desperate Situation
"Up there." Uncle Chen uttered those two words hoarsely, then stopped talking. He dragged his broom and slowly began to sweep away the rubble thrown up by the energy shock near the dragon's toes. It seemed as if clearing a temporary place to stay was his only concern at the moment.
Tie Niu looked up at the Dragon Ridge platform that was hanging dozens of feet high and like a cliff, then looked at the unconscious Xie Zhao and the pale Chu Linyuan and Luo Hongyi. He slapped his chest with his huge hand and said, "I'll take my second senior brother up!" Brute force surged in his body, and starlight and dark green poisonous patterns intertwined on his bronze skin, exuding a fierce aura.
Chu Linyuan slowly stood up. Although his steps were unsteady and the dragon pattern on his cheek was dim, his icy gaze had regained its focus. He leaned over, carefully avoiding Xie Zhao's heart. One hand passed through his knees, the other supported his back, and in the most stable position, he lifted the unconscious Xie Zhao horizontally.
His movements were incredibly gentle, as if he were holding fragile glass. Xie Zhao's head rested weakly on his cold black robe, his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
"Let's go." Chu Linyuan's voice was still hoarse, but it carried an unquestionable determination. He held Xie Zhao in his arms and looked up at the towering Dragon Ridge platform. The black ice aura beneath his feet spread silently, condensing into a spiraling icy staircase on the scorching lava ground.
Luo Hongyi glanced at Chu Linyuan's back as he held Xie Zhao in his arms, pursed her lips, and said nothing. Poisonous mist lingered around her fingertips as she followed closely behind. Su Tang and Bai Xiaolu also hurriedly followed.
Tie Niu walked over to the area that Uncle Chen had cleaned relatively cleanly, squatted down with his huge body, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Chen, shall I carry you up?"
Uncle Chen glanced at him with his cloudy old eyes, then looked at the evil dust on the tip of his broom, and muttered hoarsely: "Thank you..." Then, he slowly walked to the huge back of Tie Niu, stretched out his skinny hand, and grabbed a piece of uninjured bronze skin on Tie Niu's shoulder. His movements were surprisingly neat, as if he was climbing an old tree, and he "hung" steadily on Tie Niu's broad back like a mountain.
Tie Niu grinned, stood up with his huge body, and burst out with stellar brute force. He stomped his feet on the ground like a bronze cannonball fired from a gun, following the ice steps condensed by Chu Linyuan, and jumped onto the high-hanging dragon ridge platform in a few steps!
The dark golden keel on the platform was like a cold metal floor, smooth and hard. Beyond the edge of the platform lay a sea of murderous clouds, roaring and swirling like an inky black wave. The center of the platform was relatively flat.
Chu Linyuan carefully placed Xie Zhaoping on the cold dragon bone ground.
Su Tang immediately channeled her aura of willpower to cover the area. Luo Hongyi quickly pulled various bottles and jars from her satchel and began to use the remaining pure evil spirit and dragon skeleton aura on the platform to mix a medicinal powder to temporarily stabilize Xie Zhao's condition.
Tie Niu gently put Uncle Chen down. Uncle Chen landed on the ground with his feet, and his cloudy eyes swept over the huge and "relatively clean" platform, seeming to be quite satisfied.
He ignored the crowd, dragged the broom, walked slowly to the edge of the platform, and began to meticulously clean the non-existent dust in the gaps of the keel.
Chu Linyuan settled Xie Zhao and walked to the edge of the platform. The cold wind blew his blood-stained black clothes, making them rustle.
He looked down at the seething, boiling core of the evil spring below, then gazed outward at the boundless sea of evil clouds beyond the platform, intensified by the core's loss of control. The dim dragon pattern on his cheek shifted with his thoughts, illuminating with a faint, dark golden luster. The newly refined Immortal-Slaying Spear Intent within him faintly resonated with the vast, pure dragon-evil energy.
This is a desperate situation.
But it may also be... the only fortress and training ground in a desperate situation.
He slowly sat down cross-legged, the Immortal-Slaying Spear resting across his knees. The cold spear tip reflected the roiling sea of evil below and his own deep, piercing eyes.
The people of Guixu Sect, on the backbone of this ancient dragon skeleton, are like eagles building their nests in the raging sea.
A race against time, a battle to protect the remaining lamp, quietly began in the core of the abyss where gods and demons were buried.
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