"Damn it, I can't hold on much longer," Luo Yao cursed.
His expression was incredibly grim as the Immortal Light Shield around his body flickered, on the verge of collapse. As someone only at the Early Stage of Golden Immortal, his own strength had long since been depleted; he was relying entirely on a single treasure to survive.
A pocket-sized, fist-sized cauldron rested upon his knees, projecting the protective shield around him. However, more than half of the eighteen ancient runes carved into its surface had already shattered.
"I wonder if that person passed the message to my junior brother," he thought anxiously. "I'm relying entirely on him now."
The Token he had sent out could pinpoint his location, but since it was an Identity Token, giving it away meant he could no longer sense Xu Yang's approach. He was left in a state of helpless anxiety. The liquid filling the pool was a highly corrosive concoction of venom and miasma. His strength was simply too weak.
