Lin Xun rapidly gasped for air. His face was frighteningly pale and an almost feral look surged in his eyes.

It contained the instinctive desire to live but also held more of a strong will that had been tempered for years.

After a few minutes, clarity gradually returned to Lin Xun, and his head no longer felt as fuzzy as before.

He found himself at the bottom of a canyon with cliffs jutting out like halberds above. At a glance, he could see no immediate danger for the time being.

Without hesitation, Lin Xun began to check his injuries while enduring intense pain.

Three ribs on his left side were broken, his right shoulder had been dislocated, and his back was badly burned…

Fortunately, although the external injuries were serious, none of them were fatal. 

In Blood Kill Camp, such injuries were considered trifling and would not affect Lin Xun’s movement.

However, there was one piece of bad news that made him frown: he had sustained substantial inner injuries that greatly affected his combat capabilities.

Lin Xun took a deep breath...