After an unknown amount of time, Ling Feng woke up in the biting cold.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and the first thing he saw was the dim night sky, dotted with stars. Instead of the humid and sultry heat of the tropical rain forest, there was dry cold wind and the faint smell of blood.
"Hiss..." Ling Feng tried to move, but found that his whole body was sore and weak. His tactical uniform had long disappeared. He was only wrapped in a rough linen garment, which was in tatters and stained with mud and dark red blood.
He forced himself to sit up and looked around. This is a barren valley, overgrown with weeds, with rolling mountains vaguely visible in the distance. The air is filled with a primitive and rough atmosphere, which is completely different from modern society...
