บท 175: Chapter 155: The Blood and Flesh Mill of Iron Rock Pass

Chen Xing slowly opened his eyes, and the intense light pierced into his pupils like countless fine needles, the stinging pain forced tears to stream down.

He tried to close his eyes again, to avoid the unbearable brightness.

However, the soreness of his body kept reminding him that he was currently in an unfamiliar environment.

His muscles felt as if they had been hammered, each inch telling tales of exhaustion and pain.

The mix of gunpowder and blood filled his nostrils, as if he had been in the aftermath of a brutal battle.

Chen Xing raised his right hand to block the blinding sunlight, struggling to accustom his eyes to the intense light.

"Are you alright? You seemed to have fainted," the warrior asked with concern.

Chen Xing turned his head and saw a young warrior squatting beside him, his face smeared with ash and dirt, yet his eyes were exceptionally bright.

Chen Xing struggled to sit up from the ground, looking around him.