"Master, are you okay?" Solorius shouted and hurriedly rushed towards Hany, who was lying on the ground with red-hot blood flowing out of his body in large amounts.
Hany's complexion was pale; he had lost one of his arms while trying to run away from the Peak Nascent soul monster.
Solorius, who had already reached the Foundation Building, quickly bent down and fed him a white pill to heal the injuries.
Hany didn't care about Solorius actions; at this time, he was gazing at the huge ridge that had suddenly appeared in the Forest.
Ancient trees that had stood the test of time for countless years were forcefully uprooted, and an aura that made his heart palpitate in fear filled the surroundings.
Seeing Hany was not responding, Solorius followed his gaze, and in the next moment, his eyes also became complicated.
He didn't think the simple sword given by The senior would contain so much power.