"It's safe now!"
After running for another two hours, Yan Chuan set down Wang Kuan. Only then did he take a closer look and saw that Wang Kuan's arms were ripped open, exposing the stark white bones.
If it were just flesh wounds, it wouldn't be a big problem.
But Wang Kuan had—
"Muscle Burst!"
Yan Chuan frowned. Wang Kuan sought to unleash power by drawing a bow and shooting an arrow, forcibly stretching the tendons in his arms. These fully tempered tendons harbored immense potential. Once they erupted, they possessed incredible power.
But the price was steep.
After the burst, the skin tore apart, and the tendons ruptured. They needed to regrow and be re-tempered.
In other words—
Wang Kuan's eight years of arduous cultivation, countless efforts, countless resources, were all destroyed in this one battle!
Breaking limits is tough!
The cultivation journey is bitter!
The injuries and price are devastating!
"Father!"
Wang Zhengyi was filled with guilt: "I've harmed you!"
