Along a rugged path, a procession of prison wagons moved forward, the beasts in the lead baring their fangs and panting heavily.
There were dozens of prison wagons in total, carrying numerous slaves inside. In the middle wagon, Su Chen sat in deep gloom, soaked in blood. His hands and feet were shackled with iron chains, and the cracks in his Primordial Spirit ran almost throughout his entire mind, leaving him unable to channel any internal energy.
His injuries were more severe than any he had suffered before. Ever since he woke up, a full eight years had passed, yet he had not recovered in the slightest. His physical condition was worsening day by day, leaving him frail and decrepit like an old man on the brink of death, ready to perish at any moment.
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