Ling Chuxi gritted her teeth. Even the meridians of the heavenly venerable realm could not withstand the excessive circulation of her vital Qi. A gorgeous dark red color appeared at the corners of Ling Chuxi's mouth.
"Mother, don't worry about me. I can do it. Leave quickly." Little fatty looked at the blood at the corner of Ling Chuxi's mouth and his tears fell as he cried out.
If he could, he would rather give up the opportunity to inherit the sacred beast than let his mother take such a big risk for him. However, under the pressure of the divine beast, he had no chance of escaping at all.
Little Phoenix's eyes were also glistening with tears. It was only distracted by helping little fatty resist the pressure of the ancient divine beast, but it could not speak.
"Chuxi, let's go. We can do it." Zhen Ye said in a deep voice. He wanted to pretend to be calm, but he spat out a mouthful of blood the moment he finished speaking.