Bai He gritted his teeth.
The second heavenly thunder struck.
He could not help but gasp for breath.
After his injuries had finally recovered a little, they were now becoming even more severe again.
His hands pressed against the ground and his arms began to trembling.
After tremblingly taking out a pill, he swallowed it.
Then he sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.
No matter what, he absolutely could not give up.
No matter what, there was no turning back now.
Even if it meant dying from the pain, he still had to complete it.
"Host, are you alright?"
Mo Zhu actually sounded concerned now.
Bai He only felt that it was being hypocritical.
But at this moment...
In a daze, the third and fourth heavenly thunders struck one after another.
Bai He's body swayed and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Master."
Ye Shiyuan finally could not hold himself back anymore and rushed to Bai He's side.
He then supported him and preventing him from collapsing.
