Section 149: No Distinction

"How's the situation?" Zhenjin entered Bai Ya's dwelling.

On the straw bed lay a young man, his face deathly pale, his life hanging by a thread.

Zhenjin used ultrasound to probe and, with ears capable of detecting internal structural mutations, listened to find that Bai Ya still had a trace of breath.

But that breath was too faint, barely perceptible, almost nonexistent.

"The situation is quite grim," Cang Xu replied, looking back.

Zhenjin fell silent.

Bai Ya...

This young man had made significant contributions to the exploration team. He was young, innocent, and full of admiration for being a knight.

Now, he lay here, eyes tightly closed, the scythe of Death God already embedded in his throat.

After so much, he still ended up here.

In recent times, the number of casualties in the valley camp had increased, death not being uncommon.