After taking a look, Chen Feng turned around and left. There was no need to stay here. There was a pervasive smell of blood all around, and soon countless spiritual beasts would come following the smell, and then there would be another battle.
...
Huo Junlin was grabbed by Huang Qi and he was running all the way. The wind coming towards him hit his face like a knife, causing wounds one after another.
After finding a safe place, Huang Qi put Huo Junlin down and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His body was covered with wounds of all sizes caused by lightning, and only a small section of flesh on his left arm was left connected to his shoulder.
"Young Master, how are you?" He looked at Huo Junlin with concern, his eyes full of worry.
Huo Junlin shook his head, looked at his hands with a depressed look and cried bitterly: "Uncle Huang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's me, I can't accept that the spirit grass slipped away from me."
"I thought the magic potion was still in that person's body. I wanted to force him and try to recover the losses as much as possible."
"But I...I...didn't expect that he would be so strong. This is my mistake. It's me. It's all my fault."
...
Huo Junlin pulled his hair in pain, looking guilty.
Huang Qi looked at Huo Junlin's appearance and couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder: "Young Master, this is not your fault."
"What if the Spiritual Return Grass is really on his body? Maybe he has some illusion that confuses us."
"We can still find other elixirs if we don't have the spiritual herbs anymore. The Mysterious World is so big, why worry about not being able to find them?"
"Uncle Huang, are you saying that the Huanling Grass must be on that person's body?"
Hearing what Huo Junlin said, Huang Qi hesitated for a while and finally nodded, holding his chest: "Yes, young master."
"Uncle Huang, notify other people in the secret realm and do your best to arrest that person!"
"I must kill him! Revenge for everyone!"
"Returning Spirit Grass, I am bound to get it!"
"No matter what his identity is, he will definitely die!" Huo Junlin clenched his fists, his eyes full of hatred. When he thought that he was looked down upon by Chen Feng like a plaything, he wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood!
As the young master of the Huo family, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
Seeing that Huo Junlin was no longer as decadent as before, even though Huang Qi knew in his heart that the Spiritual Returning Grass was probably not with Chen Feng, he could only agree to it for Huo Junlin.
Seeing Huo Junlin regaining his fighting spirit and recovering from his injuries, Huang Qi let out a subtle sigh.
He knew in his heart that Huo Junlin had this inner demon. Unless he killed Chen Feng or found the spirit-returning grass that day, it would be extremely difficult to advance to the next level.
Huang Qi secretly swore in his heart: "Young Master, don't worry, even if I search the entire Xuanjie, I will find his traces for you!"
The Huo family finally has hope of rising, and no one can stand in the way of the Huo family!
If anyone dares to stop us, don’t blame them for being ruthless!