C571 Distortion
"Help..."
Chen Muxi weakly clutched his wound, instinctively crying out for assistance. He was acutely aware that his chances of rescue were slim, but shouting for help was all he could do.
He had lost too much blood from the gash at his waist, and the recent exertion had drained him of energy. Now, he felt an overwhelming sense of cold, fatigue, and thirst.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brow