Qi Hao carried Fang Qingyu on his back.
He sprinted desperately over the rubble-strewn ruins.
He was only a Tier One Martial Artist, so his speed was not as fast as he had hoped.
Sweat trickled down his forehead.
Mixed with dust, it covered his face.
His lungs heaved like broken bellows, each breath a burning pain.
Yet he dared not stop.
All around was a greedy crowd swarming to the fallen god’s site to get a piece of the spoils.
They surged like sharks slling blood, ignoring the risk of collapsing ruins and the lingering shock waves of terrible energy, madly rushing toward the giant pit.
Qi Hao carried Fang Qingyu in the opposite direction, standing out awkwardly, even irritatingly.
Occasionally cold or mocking glances swept over them.
But at this mont, Qi Hao’s eyes were fixed only on the path ahead.
On his back.
Fang Qingyu’s breath was as weak as a flickering candle, each faint rise and fall tugging at Qi Hao’s taut nerves.
Faster! Just a bit faster!
Break out of this damned force field!
Find a car!
Find a doctor!
Buzz!
A slight sensation of detachnt ca over him.
The clamor of city noise.
The honking of car horns rushed into his ears like a tidal wave.
They’re out!!
Qi Hao broke free from that desolate battlefield.
Returned to the bustling edge of City of Injustice’s streets.
He anxiously scanned the surroundings, trying to flag down a taxi.
However, reality was cruel.
Because people kept pouring toward the force field, the main road linking the outer city and the inner city was clogged, countless vehicles were stuck, horns blaring incessantly, irritated drivers shouting through windows, traffic thoroughly paralyzed.
Forget taxis, even moving an inch was like climbing a mountain.
"Damn it!"
Qi Hao cursed vehently, his heart burning with anxiety.
Looking at the weakly breathing Fang Qingyu on his back, he gritted his teeth, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.
"It’s only a dozen kiloters! I’ll carry you back!"
He was a Micro Realm Peak Martial Artist, his physical strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, and running ten kiloters with soone on his back was normally not difficult.
But now Qingzi’s injuries were unknown, and every second was precious.
The earlier he received treatnt, the more hope there was.
Qi Hao took a deep breath, adjusted his posture to ensure Fang Qingyu wouldn’t slip off, then mustered all his Qi and Blood Power and started sprinting along the edge of the congested traffic towards the Gray Rock District!
Like an arrow shot from a bow, weaving through the stalled traffic with astonishing speed.
Yet the anxiety in his heart burned like a raging fire.
At that mont!
"Fool!! Over here!!!"
A voice as familiar as it was explosive rang out from Qi Hao’s back side.
Screech——!
A harsh braking sound followed.
Qi Hao whirled around, his heart skipping a beat!
A mud-splattered off-road vehicle, its body bearing several noticeable scratches, squeezed out of the jamd traffic, screeching to a stop by the roadside.
The passenger window rolled down, revealing Lei ng’s anxious and worried square face.
In the driver’s seat was Liu San, a cigarette in his mouth, drenched in sweat but with an urgent look in his eyes!
"What are you standing there for?! Get in the car!!"
Liu San pounded the steering wheel, yelling hoarsely.
The rear door was yanked open from inside, and a young Cyan Dragon Gang mber leaned out, waving urgently at Qi Hao: "Brother Hao! Quick!"
The imnse surprise and unspoken warmth broke through Qi Hao’s tense nerves in an instant.
Without any hesitation, he used all his strength to rush to the off-road vehicle, carefully loading Fang Qingyu into the back seat.
The mber quickly took over.
Nimbly laying Fang Qingyu flat on the back seat and grabbing a makeshift first aid kit from the floor.
"Brother Yu! Brother Yu!"
The mber called out while quickly checking Fang Qingyu’s condition, using clean gauze dipped in water to gently wipe the most conspicuous blood and dust from his face and arms.
Qi Hao squeezed into the back seat, closed the door, and the engine roared as Liu San maneuvered the vehicle like a nimble eel, reentering the chaotic traffic and speeding towards the Gray Rock District.
The sll of blood quickly filled the car.
Lei ng turned from the front seat, leaning over with a furrowed brow to look at the unconscious Fang Qingyu in the back seat.
"How is he? Is Brother Su Yu badly injured?"
Lei ng’s voice carried heavy concern.
"His breath is weak, but his pulse is still there!"
The mber responsible for first aid quickly replied, his hands continued to work as he carefully cleaned Fang Qingyu’s wounds, "Many external injuries, mostly scrapes and bruises, and a few deep lacerations, like they were caused by sharp stones or rebar. Bones don’t seem broken, but internal injuries must be severe! Look at his chest, that large bruise, and the blood at the corner of his mouth..."
As the mber cleaned, Fang Qingyu’s injuries beca clearer.
As he said, the most shocking were not the lethal wounds deep enough to show bone, but the marks all over his body, as if he had been savagely battered by powerful forces.
Large patches of purple bruises, his skin covered with fine grazes and scorched marks.
The lacerations, although not deep, had the skin and flesh rolling, looking quite horrifying.
The most serious were between his chest and abdon, a large area of dark purple bruising as if it had been pounded by a Heavy Hamr, with dried blood at the corner of his mouth.
Looking at Qingzi’s injuries, Qi Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although severe, given Qingzi’s constitution, these injuries weren’t insurmountable.
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