"Sister Yun, how about I carry you?"
Yunxiao hesitated for a moment. Being carried by Nezha, who was like a little brother to her, was indeed a bit embarrassing. But if they kept dawdling like this, they would surely let Kun Daoist escape.
Thinking of the revenge for her sisters, she finally agreed.
Her origin was already severely depleted, and in situations like this, she really felt powerless.
"Ah! Sorry to trouble you, little brother Nezha."
Without wasting words, Nezha stepped forward and carried Yunxiao on his back.
Well, it must be said—formed from white clouds, she was incredibly light, soft, and delicate.
Nezha carried Yunxiao as he sprinted madly, while Yunxiao brandished her glowing sword on his back, slashing at and killing any beasts startled into attacking along their path.
The two cooperated seamlessly, and after considerable effort, finally arrived at their destination.
