Pant~~Pant~~

Lin Xun sprinted at full speed as his breathing grew increasingly ragged. Blood flowed from wounds all over his body, causing his face to turn scarily pale as if his skin had turned transparent.

Most importantly, he was exhausted and was dangerously close to touching his breaking point.

The dizzy feeling in his head grew increasingly strong, making it very difficult for him to maintain a clear mind. He knew that he would instantly fall unconscious the moment he allowed himself to slip. 

Escape!

Lin Xun gritted his teeth. Blood Kill Camp’s abnormal and cruel training allowed him to display an insane amount of willpower and tenacity at this critical juncture.

Meanwhile, he swiftly took out the herbs and medicines he had gathered over the past few days and crammed them all into his mouth, hoping he could somehow replenish a little of his reserves.

A help-calling whistle hung in front of his chest. He only needed to give it a blow and help would soon arrive.

However, Lin Xun did not touch the whistle. Blowing it meant giving...