His time was already running out.
These so-called hidden geniuses and hidden monsters, if they insisted on provoking him, he wouldn't mind killing them straight away.
In the limited time he had left, he wasn't interested in wasting it on these people.
As the days went by on his journey, he increasingly felt the decrepitude of his body.
He estimated his remaining time might only be slightly more than a month.
Xiao Yi adjusted his sleeve, and his entire arm had turned completely black.
The ghastly wounds, decaying and oozing with poison, covered his whole arm.
These days, the condition became more and more obvious.
The pain also intensified severely.
Xiao Yi, having once been a very strong alchemist, understood clearly that if this continued, his body would truly deteriorate piece by piece, turning into dead flesh like a corpse.
Xiao Yi gritted his teeth.
Throughout his journey, he had faced death countless times.
