"Let's go, it's time for us to get down to business."

Long Qi'er flew up with Yang Yi, and then chased after the elders in the direction they left.

Han Ao still stood there and did not stop him. He just kept frowning and recalling where he had seen this girl.

An idea flashed in his mind, as if he thought of something, his face became a little complicated.

"How could it be her? Is she still alive?"

"But, this world is not"

Chief Hanao was talking to himself, and by this time Long Qi'er had already taken Yang Yi away.

"Qi'er, what did you remember?"

Yang Yi looked at Long Qi'er with some curiosity. Something happened.

He didn't know after all. If he could get more information from Long Qier's mouth, maybe things would turn around.

Hearing this, Long Qi'er glanced at Yang Yi and shook her head firmly without knowing what she thought of.

"No, Mr. Yang, your current strength is not enough for you to digest these things. When you reach the Tianyi realm, I will naturally tell you."

Tianyi Realm?

Yang Yi was ashamed.

He is still in the gathering stage and has not even reached the Chongmai stage. How long will he have to wait until he reaches the Tianyi stage?

It seems that because my strength is too low, I am not even qualified to know about this matter.

Seeing Yang Yi's downcast face, Long Qi'er smiled slightly and said, "I can tell you, but you won't be able to talk in three years."

"Forget it, I still don't know."

Hearing this, Yang Yi immediately shook his head. He didn't speak for three years. How could this have crushed him?

I must have reached the Tianyi realm in three years.

Long Qi'er and Yang Yi quickly overtook the elders. It originally took three or four days to travel, but under Long Qi'er's fast flight, they arrived at the northern ethnic group in just an hour.

Viewed from the air, it is filled with gunpowder smoke, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and it is a desolate scene.

The entire northern ethnic group, which numbered hundreds or even thousands of people, was now in ruins.

Looking around, the bodies lying on the ground were basically the corpses of people from the northern ethnic group. There were also corpses of people from the Chuan Shen Organization, but there were only a mere twenty or so.

The moment Yang Yi landed, he smelled the rich smell of blood spreading in the air. It seemed that the entire area had been shrouded in this fishy smell, and even faintly exuded a strange smell.

Seeing the tragic situation in front of him, Yang Yi's heart burned with anger.

"It's still too late!"

"Someone is alive."

Long Qi'er and Yang Yi appeared next to the man with weak breath. Yang Yi leaned over and checked. The animal skins on the man's body had become tattered, and the whole person's breath was extremely weak.

Yang Yi quickly took out the remaining half of the bottle of gray liquid medicine from the Xu Ring, and then poured it into the person's mouth, and then observed the person's reaction.

"Brother, wake up!"

The man woke up slowly, but the first thing he said was, "Let's go! Let's go quickly!"

When Yang Yi heard this, he immediately helped the man up and took him away.

"He will die."

Long Qier said quietly, "Too much blood has passed away. Even if your medicine can heal his wounds, it cannot make him produce blood. He only has the last bit of time."

The injury was so serious that it could not be saved with medicine alone.

Hearing this, Yang Yi's face became a little cold, and he had no choice but to put the man in his arms, trying to make him breathe more smoothly, and then asked, "Brother, which direction are they going?"

The man tried his best to open his eyes, gasping for air, and then said weakly, "They are still heading north. It seems they are going to attack. You go quickly."

Then, the man's head tilted and he completely lost his breath.
Chapter completed!