Zhu Xiu, who had been pushing forward with all his might, suddenly felt as if a portion of his Talent Power had been drained away.
His knees buckled, and he fell to one knee on the ground.
"Zhu Xiu, you're in bad shape. Stay here and rest. Yan Lie and I will keep looking."
Xin Feng's voice was heavy as he observed Zhu Xiu's condition.
Zhu Xiu's knuckles turned white from the force of his grip. The backlash from the Dark Curse washed over him in relentless waves.
"No need." He gritted his teeth, resisting the backlash of the Dark Curse. "I can still hold on."
They had already found one of Wanwan's lost hair ornaments deep in the dense forest. Wanwan had to be somewhere on this mountain.
Xin Feng looked like he wanted to say more, but in the end, he just nodded.
Time was short. Every second was critical to Wanwan's safety.
Zhu Xiu recovered with incredible speed. After suppressing the backlash once more, the three of them continued onward.
