And so, Lin Yi continued deeper.
After walking for about ten minutes, he found the view ahead a little more open than before.
A fairly spacious clearing appeared beyond the fallen leaves.
Farther ahead lay the grayish-white middle region of the Ancient Battlefield.
Lin Yi scanned the clearing, his gaze finally settling beneath a dead tree to the east.
Someone was leaning against it.
More precisely, it was a man.
He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, with an average build.
His fitted combat clothes were in tatters, with obvious wounds on his chest and left arm. The blood had already clotted into a dark red.
He leaned against the trunk, his head tilted to one side and his eyes half-open. His breathing was faint, but he was still alive.
Lin Yi did not rush over.
He first surveyed his surroundings.
Apart from the man, there were no other living creatures in the clearing.
The thing the girl who had asked him to "save my brother" had mentioned was not here at the moment.
But the lingering traces in the clearing were a chaotic mix: the smell of blood, residual soul power, and an indescribable stench of decay.
That stench was stronger than before, as though something had lingered here for a long time.
Lin Yi frowned.
That thing is already gone.
But its smell is still here, which means it hasn't been gone long. It might be nearby.
This man should be that girl's brother, right?
I wonder if he has anything good on him...
He gave a light cough, set his other thoughts aside for the moment, then hurried over to the man. Crouching down, he reached out to check his breathing.
He was still breathing, but barely.
Lin Yi checked his pulse as well. It was even more