Over the past three months, Ye Luo had managed to barely stand, but he was so weak a gust of wind could blow him away. His body was recovering ever more slowly. Though no one had told him what to do, he still possessed the instincts of a powerhouse. He needed energy—high-quality energy—to heal the wounds within him that could not mend on their own. And once he obtained high-quality energy, his strength would recover at an accelerated rate.
However, he doubted there were any traces of advanced civilizations on Earth. At most, there might be a few ruins, but whether those ruins contained high-quality energy blocks was very much in question.
What worried him most now was that, without energy, he simply could not use his psychic power to search for the third piece of the Overmind Divine Armor...
Over the past three months, Ye Luo had tried touching high-voltage wires in the dead of night. But aside from being blasted away by the current, he had not absorbed even a trace of energy...
Winter was nearly over. The cold weather gradually warmed, and the gloomy sky slowly brightened. At last, the sun in the sky no longer seemed so lifeless. When sunlight shone on Ye Luo, he felt his recovery speed up a little more.
Ye Luo leaned against a tree beside the sidewalk, paying no attention to the astonished looks of passersby. After being a beggar for three months, probably no one had thicker skin than him. He basked in the sun all morning with his mind blank. By noon, the sky had darkened, and the sun quietly hid behind the clouds. Only then did Ye Luo struggle to his feet. But merely standing left him panting for breath. He began considering where he could obtain energy