The surging darkness pervades the underground rock strata.
The scourge of malevolent spirits cannot reach here, allowing Lu Li to escape unharmed in the darkness.
Sitting up pulls at the wound on his chest, Lu Li raises his hand to touch it, an indescribable pain surging into his mind.
No oil lamp to fill, and no bandages.
Unable to determine if this is reality or the fourth layer of the Emerald Dream, Lu Li removes his clothing, tearing his shirt to wrap around his chest.
Due to the intense tearing sensation of the wound, Lu Li bandages it slowly, and after a few minutes, a layer of fine sweat appears on his forehead.
At least from the real feeling of pain, it feels no different from reality now.
After simply bandaging the wound, Lu Li fumbles through his pockets.
The Doomsday Apocalypse piece and Strange Currency are still there, along with the Shilling turned to mush in the water.
No tools or light sources.
