Ace sprinted forward, carrying both Shan Yifeng and Xie Ninger, but with every step taken, pain surged through his entire body.
His injuries were severe, far worse than he had admitted to himself.
His legs buckled, and before he could stop himself, he collapsed, sending the two tumbling a short distance away.
Shan Yifeng scrambled to his feet, panic flashing across his face as he rushed toward Ace.
"Master! Master!" he cried, tears welling in his eyes.
Ace, struggling to breathe, forced a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Yifeng. Master won't die so easily. Focus on the formation."
"But… but… you—" Shan Yifeng stammered, unable to finish his sentence.
Ace let out a weak chuckle, shaking his head. "Oh, please. I didn't raise a crybaby. Look, I'll be fine. But if I wake up and you haven't found a way out of this village, I'll be really mad."
Shan Yifeng sniffled, quickly wiping his tears away. "Alright, alright, I'll get to it right away, Master!"
