A blood-soaked figure staggered through the mountains.
"Cough, cough." Qin Ya faltered, coughing up a mouthful of dark blood. His brow furrowed as a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He whispered, "'Heh. I managed to break through the encirclement, but I still got injured. My cultivation is insufficient.'"
WHOOSH...
Just then, a massive, scale-covered lizard, twenty feet long, shot out from the woods. It opened its reeking, cavernous maw and lunged at Qin Ya.
"Vile beast!"
Qin Ya snorted coldly and struck out with his palm, unleashing a magnificent purple flame. The lizard was sent flying several meters, howling piteously on the ground.
Before long, the lizard fell silent. Qin Ya frowned slightly, looking down at his blood-soaked clothes. They had once been white as snow but were now stained crimson, reeking of blood.
