In the pitch-black stone hall of the Emperor's Tomb.
Long Youyou felt the energy fluctuations from the fissure weaken, knowing that Sun Zhe was done below, but after waiting a long time, Sun Zhe still didn't come up. She couldn't help but feel a bit worried.
She wasn't worried about Sun Zhe's safety but was mostly anxious about the Dragon Spirit Grass she longed for.
Just as she planned to personally go down to take a look, suddenly a bloody human hand reached out from the fissure!
"Damn... it hurts like hell."
Sun Zhe's complaints came from the fissure, and then Sun Zhe gritted his teeth, supporting himself on the edge with one hand to crawl out with difficulty.
After crawling out, Sun Zhe didn't mind the dirt on the ground and directly collapsed, weakly waving his remaining right arm to indicate he didn't want to move anymore.
Seeing his left arm severed at the shoulder, Long Youyou felt a bit guilty and said, "Trouble you."
