Black Pheasant Camp.
The camp was extremely crude, its walls cobbled together from wooden slats and sheets of iron.
The buildings in the camp were even more filthy and battered, riddled with holes.
Almost everyone living in the camp was disheveled and grimy. Their clothes had not yet deteriorated into rags, but they were covered in patches.
Those in the camp whose clothes were somewhat cleaner and whose physiques were slightly stronger were the elite here.
Under normal circumstances, Jiang Chengxuan would never have come to a camp like this even if someone beat him to death.
But worried that the Crimson Ghost would hunt him down, he had no choice but to come to Black Pheasant Camp to recuperate.
To avoid looking too out of place, he had even torn up his clothes and rolled around on the ground, making himself look no different from a beggar.
At that moment.
Jiang Chengxuan staggered along, occasionally coughing up blood as he walked. However, this was not an act—the fatty was genuinely injured.
The Empathy System allowed humans to control colossal machines like mechas with ease, but it also linked their fates to a certain extent.
When one prospered, both prospered; when one suffered, both suffered.
Of course.
When a mecha was damaged, the protective mechanisms in the Empathy System would greatly reduce the damage suffered by the pilot.
That was why Jiang Chengxuan had not been twisted into a pretzel like the "Saint King" by Luo Yan's Ultimate Skill.
Even so, he had still suffered severe injuries.
His left hand in particular was practically useless. Although his arm had not become deformed, the nerves inside it had already been damaged.
At this point, Jiang Chengxuan's left arm was as good as nonexistent. He could not raise it, let alone move