The air above the desert was thick with the pungent smell of burning.
Feng Yueya couldn't help but retch.
"Let's go down," Yu Xuan still held her wrist, leading them both to the ground.
The moment his feet touched the earth, his entire body collapsed.
Feng Yueya was shocked, quickly helping him up.
But she found his face pale, his breath feeble.
"Little Xuanzi, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing... just a bit tired," he replied weakly.
The move he had just used had drained all his strength.
If it hadn't been absolutely necessary, he wouldn't have resorted to that move.
Feng Yueya understood in a flash and smiled, "You rest for a while, I still have strength, I'll carry you."
This time, Yu Xuan didn't stop her, allowing her to carry him on her back.
Feng Yueya carried him, not delaying for even a moment as they hastened forward.
They had already wasted too much time, so they needed to quicken their pace.
