Birdsong, morning light spilled over the land, and grubs poked their heads out of the earth. Everything was quiet and peaceful.
But the sound of vomiting instantly shattered the peaceful atmosphere... What came up was blood plasma mixed with bits of internal organs.
A mangled hand was seen gripping a huge boulder for dear life. Then, after nearly exhausting himself, a battered body finally managed to crawl up and lean against the rock...
Mr. Vega.
This was the worst injury he had ever suffered in his life... One arm was simply gone, and so were both legs. As a cultivator, his dantian was shattered and his meridians completely severed... His heart was gradually losing its vitality.
Even his pupils were dim and lifeless.
His memories stopped at the moment Big Sister Black Rain had captured him and begun some kind of ritual. When he awoke again, he had already become a dying man... The terrible pain coming from his lower back now reminded Vega of some painful experiences from his youth.
I can't die here...
As a veteran who had once survived the strange battlefield between the Grand Alliance and the Nether River, he possessed a tenacity beyond ordinary people's imagination... After barely releasing a mental fluctuation, his consciousness could no longer hold on, and he fell into a state between life and death.
Birdsong and insect calls filled the woods once more, restoring their quiet peace.
Suddenly, a stream of air parted the grass on the ground. Then a red battle armor slowly descended... It was the latest battle armor developed by Pingtian Group, a series resembling the Mark III.
Driver detected Driver near death Initiating recovery Returning to temporary base
In his hazy, dying state, Vega faintly felt his body being wrapped up. The sensation lightly