"Click, click, click..."
A chewing sound echoed nearby. Cheng Zanxin was huddled in the darkness, his head throbbing violently, yet he dared not make a sound.
The air around him was thick with a pungent, nauseating stench. In front of him, though he couldn't see clearly, was something massive, tearing into something with a terrifying, rhythmic crunching. He had been rescued by someone earlier, but that same person had also kicked him aside. Half-conscious, he had crawled to wherever he was now, though he had no idea how far he had traveled.
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