"I'll lend him a helping hand!!"
After speaking, he flew to Zuo Wenchuan's side.
At that moment, Zuo Wenchuan's head was beneath an unstable sun, his chanting wavered, and his face was drenched with sweat.
This Dharma Gate is good, but it demands too much Inner Power.
Now it's just about doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate, sacrificing oneself if need be.
With his Inner Strength nearly depleted, Bian City's prepared palm was already pressed behind Zuo Wenchuan.
The dried meridians were rejuvenated, and the tottering sun rose high again, invigorating Zuo Wenchuan and amplifying his chanting.
"I'll help you too!!"
Hua Jinnian climbed up from the ground, wiped away tears, and quickly moved to Zuo Wenchuan's side, delivering a palm.
With the assistance of these two, Zuo Wenchuan managed to escape the danger of exhausting his Inner Breath.
One after another, those kneeling in pain began to rise again.
Prince Mu sighed softly:
"Dare ants defy my will?"
