A crescent moon hung in the sky, like a chipped, sharp blade.
It was hidden amidst layers of dark clouds, letting through only a few faint, dim rays of light that seemed on the verge of being swallowed by the darkness.
The light struggled through the clouds, spilling onto the barren land below and offering what little illumination it could.
「In the courtyard.」
The grayish-white clothes covering Lu Hong's abdomen were soaked through with blood. Crimson liquid gushed out like water from a broken dam.
His body swayed violently. He staggered back several steps, nearly falling over.
He reached out, gathering a ball of Ethereal Wanderer to press against the wound.
At the same time, his furious, astonished gaze fell upon the calm-faced Meng Hao, who was pulling the blade from his own abdomen.
'He'd clearly used his Ability to transfer the wound from his body to mine!'
