Amidst the treacherous meteor shower, Zhang Yue had been battered beyond recognition. Covered in wounds, his once relatively intact garments were now as ragged as a patchwork of tattered cloth, snapping fiercely in the violent gale as though letting out a feeble wail over his tragic plight. His face was caked with blood and grime, and a long wound slashed diagonally from his forehead down to his cheek, resembling a hideous centipede—a cruel mark carved upon him by fate, startling to behold. His eyes were bloodshot from exhaustion and pain, like the final trace of crimson lingering in a dried-up riverbed, yet a stubborn glimmer of the will to survive still stubbornly flickered within his gaze, the sole conviction sustaining him through this desperate predicament.
"When on earth is this damn meteor shower going to end?!" he complained feebly while struggling to dodge the impact of the falling meteors, his voice sounding so insignificant and helpless amidst the howling wind. "If this keeps up, I'll bleed to death even if I'm not crushed by a meteor. Good heavens, can't you open your eyes and point me toward a way out?"
Just as Zhang Yue felt entirely hopeless, a meteor emitting a soft green glow, resembling a vibrant piece of jade flashing with mysterious and enchanting brilliance, caught up with him along a peculiar trajectory. Unlike the violent and rampaging meteors surrounding it, this one seemed imbued with a healing energy that brought warmth and serenity, acting like a …
Chapter 242