A Friendly Offering

The masked man seemed completely out of breath and it was as if this little task took him more effort than the entire Battle that he had just gone through. The masked man could not bear it anymore and collapsed down onto the ground while breathing heavily.

'What happened to him?' Lin Mu thought.

Lin Mu then extended his spirit sense and checked the condition of the masked man. When he saw the spirit qi of the masked man, he got shocked as it was completely depleted. Not a single wisp of it was left remaining inside his dantian.

"He's in a severe state of qi exhaustion," Xukong spoke.

"How did he deplete it all, though? It didn't look like he used much of it during the Battle either." Lin Mu wondered.

"Hmm, it seems like that small tube he's holding is not simple," Xukong replied.

"Was that perhaps his method of contacting his superiors?" Lin Mu questioned.

"Hey! Are you alright?" Lin Mu asked with concern.