Object in the Sea
The toughest-to-kill king in history.
Xiao Yifeng moved slightly, forcibly stretching his body outward.
He could clearly feel flesh and blood grinding against each other. His face was deathly pale, and his entire body was weak.
After struggling for quite a while, he finally managed to get part of himself out.
His body rapidly fell, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Not coincidentally, beneath him was soil they had already dug through.
It was relatively soft.
The fall itself did not cause much actual damage, but it tugged at his wounds, bringing unbearable pain.
Xiao Yifeng braced himself and stood, sweeping his gaze around.
Especially when he saw that his brothers' corpses had still been left at the scene.
He wanted to move them, but his heart was willing while his strength fell short.
The fact that he was alive was already a blessing beyond measure.
If this continued, he might end up being buried here too.
What would he do then?
For now, Xiao Yifeng could only endure the pain.
He would take these men away, but not now.
Xiao Yifeng raised a hand to cover his lower abdomen and limped toward the outside.
Relying on sheer willpower, he could still hold on for quite some time.
As long as he received treatment immediately, he would not die.
The morning light gradually brightened, spilling over him as though granting him one final burst of strength.
Urging him onward.
His figure swayed unsteadily, appearing ever more solitary and resolute beneath the brilliant light.
Like a soul stubbornly struggling to survive at the boundary between darkness and light.
As Xiao Yifeng's figure slowly vanished down the road.
All that remained was a crooked trail of blood.
On the other side, Hong Fei was not in much better