C61 It Fell down to the Broken Soul Cliff

Xiao Yihan carried Little Black like a headless fly, shuttling back and forth in the dense forest.

Sweat continuously poured down from his forehead, lingering between life and death. Xiao Yihan did not dare to hesitate at all.

"Didn't that little bastard lose his Yuan Qi? How can he run so easily?!" A black-clothed man panted heavily and could not help but curse.

"Don't worry about that