Thale emerged from the cave, his clothes were torn and stained with the blood of countless cultivators. His hair was matted with sweat, and his eyes were filled with a sense of determination. He was a killing machine, each time a group of cultivators came to capture him, he used his knowledge of their weaknesses and his environment to take them out.
As he stood there, surrounded by the bodies of his fallen enemies, Thale couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his accomplishments. He had come into this game as the weakest member of his team, with barely any cultivation skills to speak of. But now, after days of fighting and surviving, he was one of the few left standing.
The air was thick with the scent of death and the sound of battle echoed through the cave, but Thale was undaunted. He had been through worse, and he was determined to make it out of this place alive.
