A stick of incense later, Zuo Yunxiao lay sprawled across a desolate plain.
Three of his four limbs were missing, and among his facial features, only his mouth remained intact. There was not a single part of his body left unharmed; the man had become a bloodied mess, with even the mud beneath him stained a crimson red.
Having resorted to the Green Rainbow Escape Technique, he was already incredibly weak.
Had he managed to escape to safety, it would have been another matter, and given three to five years, he might have recovered from his wounds.
Unfortunately, while his circumstances were not fortunate, his thoughts remained wishfully optimistic.
Chen Hai's Black Water Mysterious Yellow Sword Finger had locked him in firmly.
He had fled all the way to this place, enduring only two strikes from Chen Hai, and now he was hanging on by his last breath, truly unable to withstand anymore.
