The moon rises over the sea, casting a radiant glow.
The sound of water drops echoing in the air, mingling with the scent of earth and blood.
You Su stepped forward, and through the gaps between the branches, the pure moonlight shone down, illuminating the corpse hanging on the tree with a ghostly pallor.
A rope hung around Huang's neck, his head sagging lifelessly while his hands were planted in the ground like inverted spikes, with blood steadily flowing from the gashes on his arms.
You Su instinctively clenched his fists, his knuckles protruding.
He anticipated that this fight for the immortal island would be filled with bloodshed, but he didn't expect it to come so swiftly — it's only the first day, yet he already encountered a corpse on this solitary island.
