Beneath him, she could feel Li Ang's heart still beating, but he had obviously lost consciousness.
Catina finally stood up and only after clearing her vision did she realize the full extent of the devastating consequences the tornado had wrought.
Li Ang's originally smooth back now resembled an oil painting haphazardly splashed on by a child.
Red from arterial blood, dark red from venous blood, pink from lacerated muscles, yellow from subcutaneous fat, purple from bruising, brown from the mud...
With all her strength, Catina hoisted Li Ang's arm over her shoulder.
She had considered going for help herself and then coming back for Li Ang, but she feared leaving him here alone could lead to other dangers.
What if the tornado circled back? What if they encountered a ravenous wild dog?
Perhaps it wasn't the best solution, but she had one simple thought: to get Li Ang out of there.
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