"My legs, my legs..."
Today, Zhou seemed to have some bad luck.
When the Big Camphor Tree fell, its thick trunk landed right on his legs.
At that moment, he moaned continuously while trying to pull his legs out from under the trunk.
Unfortunately, whether his leg was broken or something else, any slight movement caused him excruciating pain and he could not muster any strength at all.
Compared to Zhou, Fang was in a much better situation.
His situation was somewhat similar to Ye Cheng's, as only some branches and leaves of the tree crown knocked him to the ground.
However, his clothes got caught on the branches.
When he lifted the branches and got up from the ground, his clothes were torn like a beggar's, and he looked extremely disheveled.
Apart from the two of them, none of the others were spared, all victimized.
Of course, like Zhou's misfortune of having his leg broken, he was the only one.
