"Ticktack!"
"Ticktack!"
The sound was faint. Whenever he heard the sound, he felt a searing pain in his wrists and ankles.
Jiang Yu opened his eyes. Everything in front of him was blurry. He had no idea when the rain had poured so heavily on the sandalwood mountain city. The domes of the high-rise buildings were covered in gray mist. The tumultuous sound of the rain, wind, and lightning filled the unknown place.
The faint sound did not come from the rain. It came from him and the people next to him.
Jiang Yu saw the downpour outside the windowless buildings. It was raining heavily. He saw his team members fall in a pool of blood one after the other. The blood had not completely dried up and was flowing outside the building.
They were dead. All of them were dead.
Why was he still alive?
Jiang Yu tried to move. But the pain was excruciating. He almost passed out. It was only then that he knew that he had lost his hands and legs.