Wilderness.

Lin Lu lay on Qin Fenghuo's back, his vision filled with blood. The sky was dyed red, the earth soaked in a sea of blood, and the world teetered on the brink of collapse.

The half-immortal-grade spear in his hand was broken, its tip missing. He could barely keep his eyes open, his energy nearly exhausted, life nearing its end.

"Huff... huff..."