The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

the other side.

When Wang Qi turned his gaze away from the direction where Wu You had disappeared, the dark fog had already surged up again, like a heavy, gray-black door slowly closing, locking all the light and shadows on the other side.

He stared at the churning dark fog for a few seconds, as if still trying to confirm whether the white-haired figure would reappear. Only when the fog completely calmed down did he slowly lower his head, as if he were pressing all his emotions and words into his chest.

Then he turned his head and saw that Gongsun Baizhan was still leaning on his sword, looking up in the same direction, his posture as if frozen in place.

Seeing Gongsun Baizhan's disheveled appearance, Wang Qi seemed to have thought of something and reached into his trench coat pocket for a moment.

Then he pulled out a small packet of black, viscous liquid that appeared to be some kind of plant juice, sealed in a transparent bag.

He called out, "Little Sun!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it sounded somewhat muffled due to the compression of the surrounding dark fog.

Upon hearing Wang Qi's voice, Gongsun Baizhan finally snapped out of his daze.

He twitched his shoulder almost imperceptibly, then slowly exhaled, his voice low: "I'm still too weak; I can't help at all."

Then, he lowered his gaze and saw the package Wang Qi handed him. His eyes paused for a moment, as if he recognized something, and his tone became slightly raised: "Juice of the Weeping Root White Spike Grass?"

Weeping Root White Spike Grass is a special exotic plant that grows only in the deep dark realm and resembles White Wolftail Grass in appearance. Its roots can continuously secrete a peculiar mucus that has a good effect on healing physical injuries.

Furthermore, research by the institute has shown that as long as *Hypericum gloriosa* is placed in a place with dense fog, it can grow vigorously, and the denser the fog, the better it grows.

It doesn't even need soil!

As long as its rhizome is intact, even if its roots are completely exposed to the air, it will not affect its growth or the secretion of the healing sap.

To facilitate the collection of the slime, the research institute proposed a centralized hydroponic cultivation method for *Euphorbia hirta*.

As long as the entire hydroponic cultivation device is placed in a dark fog, the weeping-root white spike grass can continuously grow and secrete healing mucus.

Moreover, this makes the slime much easier to collect.

After all, that slime is water-soluble.

When the roots of the weeping white spike grass secrete a sticky substance, it dissolves into the water that submerges its roots.

If you want to collect the slime later, you can simply collect the water used to cultivate the White Spike Grass every now and then.

In addition, by collecting the slime water each time and adding water again, it can be obtained indefinitely.

The culture water collected and infused with the mucus of the weeping root white spike grass is called 'weeping root white spike grass juice'.

Because it is repeatable and has good healing effects.

Therefore, each of the Jiuli strongholds in the deep underground regions has set up a hydroponic cultivation base for the weeping-root white spike grass.

Furthermore, due to the large-scale cultivation of *Gnaphalium affine*, the exchange price of *Gnaphalium affine* juice is extremely affordable.

Therefore, the juice of *Hypericum perforatum* became one of the essential medicines for torchbearers on missions.

Gongsun Baizhan had naturally brought his own, but he had already used them up during the escape.

Wang Qi didn't reply, but simply handed it to him again.

Gongsun Baizhan didn't immediately take it, but instead looked up at him and asked, "What about you?"

Wang Qi reached into his trench coat pocket with his other hand, pulled out another packet of the same liquid, and waved it in his hand: "One packet for each person."

Seeing this, Gongsun Baizhan didn't stand on ceremony any longer and directly grabbed the packet of *Crystal Bladderwort* juice that Wang Qi handed him: "Thanks, I'll treat you to a good meal at the cafeteria when we get back!"

Wang Qi raised an eyebrow: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Then, both of them tore open the packaging and drank the thick juice of the white spike grass in one gulp.

The juice has a slightly astringent taste, typical of herbs, as it slides down the throat. It has a thick texture, like a mouthful of tightly packed medicinal soup.

After drinking it, the excessively pale color on Gongsun Baizhan's face, caused by blood loss and overexertion, had faded somewhat; at least he no longer looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.

Then the two sat back to back for a while without speaking, but the slightly stiff silence gradually eased.

Wang Qi stood up first and patted the dust off his trench coat and trousers.

He restarted the resonator in his hand, and a cold white beam of light shot forward, but it was completely swallowed up by the dark fog less than a meter away, like a cut line with only a section still lit.

He looked at the compressed beam of light, his brow furrowing slightly, but he didn't say anything more. He simply turned back and said, "Let's go, it's time to continue."

"Same as always, I'll clear the way and you watch both sides."

"Visibility is extremely poor right now, remember to stay close!"

Gongsun Baizhan also stood up immediately. Although his movements were still a little clumsy, he was much more stable than before.

He gripped the small, silver-white sword Wu You had just given him back in his hand and nodded: "Understood."

The two remained silent and disappeared into the increasingly thick fog, one after the other.

. . .

At this moment, a streak of emerald green light was also rapidly traversing through the thick, dark fog.

The flowing light was a soft green, as if it had compressed the brilliance of an entire spring into a tiny space, making it stand out vividly against the gray background.

Within the flowing light was Old Wei, his brows furrowed and his face showing a hint of anxiety.

At this moment, a halo radiating emerald green light was slowly rotating in Old Wei's mind.

Without a doubt, this is Elder Wei's True Yang Wheel.

However, compared to Wu You's True Yang Wheel, Wei Lao's True Yang Wheel behind his head was noticeably smaller, and the light it emitted was dimmer, and its penetrating power through the dark fog was not as strong.

As he sped along, Old Wei spread out his senses, trying to cover as much of the surrounding area as possible.

However, he wasn't guarding against the possible appearance of zombie species; he was searching for someone.

Unfortunately, despite following the directions pointed out by the torchbearers, he never saw the figure he was looking for.

He had reached the limit of his ability to maintain a stable speed in this dark fog, but he still hadn't gained anything.

Old Wei's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he couldn't help but whisper, "Could it be that we're going the wrong way?"

"Otherwise, with my True Yang Realm speed, I should be able to catch up."

His gaze swept back and forth in the nearby dark fog:

"If we're really going in the wrong direction..."

"You absolutely can't get into trouble..."

"Otherwise, how am I supposed to explain this to the Fifth Master..."

Just as he was thinking this, his gaze suddenly froze.

Not far below, in the dark mist, two white beams of light were swaying and moving through the fog.

Old Wei was all too familiar with the shape of that beam of light.

That was the light emitted by the resonator!

The light emanating from the resonator signifies the presence of a surviving torchbearer!

Seeing the two beams of light from the resonator approaching from below, Old Wei paused for a moment, then immediately continued to head towards them.