Curse Resistance

The tip of his nose felt cool. The air was thick with acrid smoke and the cloying smell of blood.

He opened his eyes.

The torrential rain had extinguished the flames, and the howling wind had scattered the smoke.

Xia Lun opened his mouth and drew a labored breath. Fat raindrops struck his lips and teeth, their earthy taste diluting the blood on his tongue.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

His heartbeat was rapid and weak. As his heart began beating again, he felt an indescribable hunger and frailty, as though every cell in his body were crying out for nourishment.

By reflex, he grabbed the Nutrient Paste from the ground. He struggled to raise his hand, withered like a corpse's, and swallowed the paste.

A rich sweetness bloomed on his tongue and seeped down his throat. Nutrients and calories poured into his stomach like spring rain soaking parched earth, then were rapidly digested and absorbed, becoming a steady flow of Life Force.

Thud, thud... thud.

After about ten seconds, his racing heartbeat gradually slowed, but each beat grew strong again. With every pulse, warm Life Force flowed through his blood to every corner of his body.

"Phew—"

Even after eating two pieces of Nutrient Paste, Xia Lun felt hungrier. He picked up two strips of smoked jerky and gulped them down. Only then did his strength return.

"Good thing I had a backup plan. That was close."

He took several deep breaths, filling his lungs with oxygen, then staggered to his feet.

His dark eyes moved across the curtain of rain.

The crimson tracking line had not vanished. Neither had the dense phantoms of the Undead in the distance or the crimson human-shaped glow. They were still there, and traces that had once been faint and blurry now stood out