Yao Qing dragged her bloodied sister, Yao Yuanhui, as they struggled to run through the forest.
The sounds of dog barking came from behind them intermittently, not too distant yet not drawing any closer, as though they were toying with the two.
"Brother...I...can't run... anymore..." Although Yao Yuanhui also practiced martial arts on regular days, she was ultimately a bit delicate and being a woman, her physical strength wasn't up to par. Having run for over an hour, she was already exerting herself to the limit.
Both of them had wounds all over their bodies from being mauled by hunting dogs, limbs and hands a mess of blood and flesh. Even though they had applied styptic powder, their wounds continued to bleed non-stop.
"Even if you can't run, you must!" Yao Qing said anxiously, pulling his sister along as they stumbled forward.
