"The two little kids! They're just nearby!"
A three-eyed young man squatted on the ground, and lightly dipped his finger in the little bit of blood on the ground that had been spat out by Ji Hao. The man then sneered and said in a deep voice, "He is gravely hurt to the bones and internal organs. It is so bad that he can't even run."
The three-eyed young man then thrust his tongue out, put the slight bit of blood on the tip of his tongue and carefully tasted it, then affirmed, "He is only thirty miles away from here, at the most. Lord Di Luo, he is indeed seriously injured, and this blood was spat out by him not long ago, he couldn't have run too far."
Di Luo was standing beside this young man. The handsome face of his had now gone purple with rage. Wind-like shadows had been flashing across the erect eye between his eyebrows, and solid wind power with fierce, arm-thick gusts circled around his body, which even brought his slim body up from the ground and made him float in the air.