Chen Yi opened his eyes and struggled to climb up from the ground.
The air was filled with the scent of bronze corrosion and the tang of blood. He took two deep breaths and hurriedly looked around.
Corpses lay scattered across the ground. Their faces were pale, blood spilling from their seven orifices, and their expressions in death varied—some fearful, some horrified.
Chen Yi's heart tightened as he frantically searched for Yin Tingxue and Min Ning among the bodies.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, he could not find Yin Tingxue or Min Ning, but neither could he find their bodies.
"They're still alive… they must still be alive."
Chen Yi consoled himself and then raised his head to take in the scene before him.
