They did not slow down at all. It was naturally much more difficult for old man Zheng to carry the two of them straight up, so their speed was greatly reduced. The blood line quickly closed the distance between the two sides.
"Hurry up!" The third Prince shouted.
"Young master Haotian, third Prince, please take good care of my descendants!" Elder Zheng said with determination.
He threw the two of them toward the exit.
He then jumped down from the blood that was blown over by the galloping.
"Ah!!!"
Countless blood threads immediately wrapped around elder Zheng and melted him into nothingness, not even his bones were left.
He was using his life to help Haotian and the third Prince.
As a result, the blood line stopped for a while, and they took the opportunity to climb up.
Haotian's expression was filled with respect and compassion as he saluted the stairway.
On the other hand, the third Prince was cold-hearted and ran away without looking back.