In a dim canyon, Feng Yu leaned against the mountain wall and breathed heavily. He looked up at the sky above. Looking up, he felt as if he was at the bottom of a well. Looking at the narrow sky, waves of bloody wind blew across it, accompanied by the sounds of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
Feng Yu's eyes revealed despair.
His talent was not top-notch, and he had relied on the mysterious power in his body to reach this point. However, this mysterious power could not make him stronger quickly. At least in this world, he seemed extremely mediocre and even faced death tribulations many times.
"Am I really going to die here?"
Feng Yu was in despair. He could barely use the mysterious power to cover his aura, but even so, how long could he hide?
The injuries in his body were still worsening, and he had no way to heal them.
