Night fell.
Beneath the ruins.
Already struggling to breathe, Dong Xuebin used BACK on the Yūn Qi Tank, rewinding it to yesterday, when it had still been full of Yūn Qi. He immediately twisted open the valve, and abundant Yūn Qi came hissing out. Dong Xuebin could not care about anything else. He quickly pressed his head close and gulped it down breath by breath. Slowly, the pain in his lungs and throat finally eased. As the Yūn Qi entered his body and soothed his nerves, he let out a long breath. That had been way too close. A little later, and he would have died. That had been damn terrifying!
Yūn Qi gradually filled the half-enclosed space.
Not long after, Dong Xuebin turned the Yūn Qi Cauldron down a little and lay on the freezing ground, staring fearfully at the pitch-black air.
That had truly been a close call!
But he had survived in the end!
Having narrowly escaped death, Dong Xuebin closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning.
Dong Xuebin woke up gasping for air. The moment he opened his eyes, he sucked in breaths like a madman. Grabbing the Yūn Qi Cauldron, he discovered that the Yūn Qi had run out. He hurriedly used BACK on the Yūn Qi Tank, restoring its reserves so it could keep supplying him. Then his stomach began growling fiercely, while his throat felt dry enough to smoke. Starving and thirsty, Dong Xuebin used BACK on his own body. In an instant, the hunger in his stomach vanished completely, and the moisture in his body returned to its previous state.
He finally felt better.
Dong Xuebin wiped away his sweat and continued lying there with nothing to do.
If it had been anyone else—without food, water, or