Zhao Lin's suppressed voice echoed in the air.
However, after waiting for a while, he did not receive any response.
Only the wind blew past the nearby trees, and the branches and leaves rustled.
Evidently, Huang Yueli and Li Moying had already run far away.
At this moment, under his palm, Little Wang Cai's delicate body suddenly trembled violently.
Zhao Lin had diverted his attention to look for Huang Yueli and the rest's traces and the spiritual energy that he had injected into Little Wang Cai's body had weakened slightly, causing him to be unable to withstand it.
Zhao Lin quickly lowered his head again and placed his attention back on Little Wang Cai.
This way, Little Wang Cai's spirit body stabilized once again.
At least, he didn't become more transparent.
The crisis was temporarily averted, but Zhao Lin's brows furrowed even more tightly.
If this continued, how would it end? It was impossible for him to last long.
