Just as the Skeletons of the City of Remains were fleeing, trying to avoid the aftermath of the battle between Ji Meng and Yuyu.
Kneeling on the ground, Mang San remained motionless, staring blankly at the two behemoths amidst the storm.
"Old Three?"
Noticed Mang San's abnormality in time.
When Mang Qi wanted to reach out to pull him up, he was surprised to find that he couldn't move him at all.
At this moment, Mang San was like a deep-rooted tree, no matter how much effort Mang Qi exerted, he couldn't budge him an inch.
By the time Mang Qi realized something was wrong, he saw the previously dazed Mang San suddenly turn his head towards him.
The turn was so forceful it almost snapped Mang San's head off.
"Old… Qi…"
The husky voice carried a strange aura, as Mang San, grabbing Mang Qi's arm bone, whispered softly.
"Old Three?"
He tentatively called Mang San's name again.
