This was caused by the pain in his body.
And even more so due to his own exhaustion.
The white figure, naturally, was the previous white tiger. After months of growth, its physique appeared more robust.
But its appearance was extremely bedraggled.
After rushing several miles while injured, the white tiger finally exhausted its strength. Without enough strong Spiritual Energy to support its form, it quickly fell through the air.
Behind it, Lin Chen, without the white tiger's carrying, had exhausted his Evil Qi. His consciousness plunged, he could not control his body, and could only fall with inertia from mid-air together with the white tiger!
"Grandpa, look! Someone's falling down there!"
In the middle of the mountains, there were two figures, one old and one young, climbing in the hills.
The elderly man hunched his back, appearing to be in his seventies, with disheveled white hair hanging to his shoulders.
