The gravel and sand scattered into the old sewer with a "crash".
The eternal night and fog tide had receded. The oppressive dark sky was far more relaxing than the cramped passageways, and only the grotesques shrank back to the intact areas not exposed to the outside world.
The skeletons that obscured the sky had left, but the residual power remained.
Yet they blocked all the routes of escape, leaving Lu Li with nowhere to run.
Taking advantage of the grotesques' reluctance to come closer, Lu Li drew his dagger, cutting open the wound on his leg and squeezing out the pus-mixed, pale pink blood.
He treated the dense wounds spreading on both legs, as sensation and pain gradually returned. The toxin only had a paralyzing effect, not corrosive or digestive.
The numb legs needed some time before they could stand, and Lu Li's gaze fell into the distance. The grotesques still did not dare to approach, fearing the presence that invaded the old sewer.
