The man with the severed arm lay beside the carcass of the wolf, watching as Duan Rong and his group disappeared into the Dark Forest. There was no resentment in his eyes; he never expected them to take him along. Clearing away the wolf was already the greatest stroke of luck for him.
The man caught his breath, and when his breathing steadied a bit, he struggled to get up. Ignoring the pain of his severed arm, he stumbled towards another direction deep into the forest. He needed to find a concealed canopy to hide, heal, and recuperate. The overpowering scent of blood here would soon attract ferocious Primordial Beasts, so he had to leave quickly.
Despite losing an arm, he managed to get his life back.
