Night has made a heavy mark on the sky, covering it silently with a thick black that cannot be dissolved. There are no stars, no moon, no wind and no light, just like the eve of a storm.
"Crack--" A flash of lightning suddenly cut through the thick night, and the ferocious sound echoed throughout the valley. He struggled and staggered forward, and the wounds on his body hurt every step he took. Blood surged in his throat, and he wanted to spit it out, but he tightened his lips and held it in his mouth, which was fishy and astringent. Warm, no, his soon-to-be-distracted nerves issued an order again. He couldn't vomit. He couldn't leave any clues to the 'dark men' who were chasing him. That would undoubtedly be fatal to him. He managed to escape from the pursuit of "Lan Shan Xuan". He was already bruised and had no strength to resist.