Lin Wang, drenched in sweat, gazed bitterly at the entrance of the mountain valley, remaining silent for a long while.
He felt both fortunate and disappointed.
His armor bore more than a dozen injuries of various sizes.
Fortunately, none of these injuries were fatal or particularly serious.
Beside Lin Wang, Bei Lihui crouched on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes full of lingering fear.
Bei Lihui also struggled to keep his head up, looking toward the valley.
His eyes showed a mix of anxiety, ongoing anticipation, and a sense of desolation.
The four of them had been resting here for more than ten minutes, and the other two hadn't emerged, likely meeting a grim fate.
Si Mawan appeared much better, only slightly disheveled.
A large section of her combat suit on her thigh had been torn open, revealing a gash about a foot long extending from her hip bone down to her knee, but it had already been sprayed with coagulant, and the wound wasn't deep enough to show bone.
