East Lake Mountain was treacherous, and the cliff where Zhao Xing stood was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see the end, but it was at least four or five hundred meters high.
Falling straight down from such a height?
Zhao Xing fixed his gaze and found that the person was already a bloody mess, even missing several parts.
But he wasn't dead!
Under the observation of the Bright Eyes Skill, this person actually still had a sliver of life force.
"What the hell, you scared me!" Zong Shichang jumped up from his chair.
"It's a person." Zhao Xing activated the Bright Eyes Skill.
"Dead or alive?"
"Not dead yet, but nearly there."
"Not good! I know this person!" Zong Shichang took a closer look, his face changing color.
He immediately ran over.
Zhao Xing surveyed the surroundings, conjured a cloud to support himself, and then slowly walked over.
"Brother Wang, how did you fall from the mountain?" Zong Shichang ran into the pile of rubble and squatted down.
