C1059 Survival

Ling Yun was awakened by an intense pain, this pain was the same pain as the pain he felt when he woke up from the primordial spirit, it was as if his flesh and blood channels were torn apart.

Boundless pain was hammering down on his nerves, making his head feel as if it was about to explode. The pain made his body spasm. He didn't even have the strength to pull himself together.

He wanted to use a roar to vent this boundless pain, but he found that he couldn't even make a sound. His throat was swollen and painful, as if it was being cut by a myriad of needles and daggers.

Ling Yun's face was deathly pale, beads of sweat rolled down his bloodied cheek. His face was also filled with shallow wounds, as if someone had cut his face with a knife.

The intense pain caused his face to look incomparably hideous. The veins on his forehead bulged and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Dark red blood dripped from the corners of his eyes. However, the corner of his eyes had been torn.

Ling Yun tried his best to circulate spirit energy to suppress the pain, nourish his muscles and veins, and then slowly heal his injuries. However, he discovered that he was simply incapable of doing so, and could not sense the existence of spirit energy.

Boundless pain came wave after wave like the waves of the ocean. It kept hitting his nerves.

Ling Yun wanted to clearly see where he was right now, but it was very difficult to do so because everything in front of his eyes was blood-red, as if it was filled with fresh blood.

Although he was not sure where he was, Ling Yun was sure that he had not left the ancient battlefield. Perhaps, he had penetrated deep into the ancient battlefield, because he was too familiar with the killing aura of the ancient battlefield, and could not forget it, as it might become an eternal memory.

As for why he went in deeper, it was very simple, because he discovered that there was a cool breeze blowing around him, like a cold blade, causing him to feel pain on his skin, it was much stronger and stronger than the killing intent he felt before he fainted.

Finally, under his hard work, the blood-colored world in front of him seemed to have been torn apart, revealing a trace of light. Ling Yun subconsciously closed his eyes, and after a moment, they slowly opened.

Yes, this place was still the ancient battlefield, but it was already an unfamiliar place. It was the same without borders, a wasteland, but the signpost on the mountain of corpses had already changed.

At this moment, only his eyeballs could move. He could see that his face was covered with a thick layer of blood, and his original appearance could no longer be seen. Even if his own mother were to come, she would not be able to recognize him as her precious son.

He also saw that the robe that was broken on his body had disappeared, maybe it had been shattered into pieces by the tide of killing intent, but he did not need to worry about being seen through, for there was no one on him and his entire body was covered in blood, it was as if he was wearing a set of blood coloured armor.

Lifting his head, he could clearly see the trajectory of the wind. He could feel the thick killing intent, infernal energy, and resentment, as well as the wind of slaughter spiralling erratically in the air.

At this time, it was also night, and the night was as cold as water. Although there were sun and moon alternating in the ancient battlefield, the starry sky was incomparably strange — a field of blood, the stars were like blood agates, and the moon was also a cold and sinister blood moon.

As the killing wind blew drearily, Ling Yun looked at the strange blood moon and an ominous feeling arose in his heart. He felt a sense of danger shrouding him.

This scene was very similar to the day when the sun was high in the sky. It was just that the sun had turned into the moon.