Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Under the frenzied and merciless pursuit of the evil forces, which were as violent as surging waves, the resistance group was like a helpless and precarious solitary boat adrift in the tempestuous sea. Their vulnerability was fully exposed, and they struggled helplessly under the ravages of the storm, being too weak to withstand the onslaught. Some members of the group, during the fierce battle with the enemy, were unfortunately captured due to the overwhelming strength of the enemy forces and their fierce attacks that came in waves like a surging tide and were difficult to resist. Their hands were tightly bound with rough and tough hemp ropes, which dug deep into their skin, leaving streaks of blood marks, like ferocious blood snakes coiling around their wrists. However, they still widened their eyes, and in their eyes burned a blazing fire of unwillingness and anger, as if their gaze could instantly incinerate the enemy. It was as if they were angrily cursing the evil and yearning fervently for freedom. Some other members, under the intense pressure exerted by the enemy, although filled with grief, indignation, and helplessness in their hearts, had to choose to flee separately. Their figures vanished in an instant, quickly disappearing into the pitch-black and deep corners of the darkness. Since then, their fates have been uncertain, as if they had been completely swallowed up by the endless abyss of darkness, leaving only a heart-wrenching suspense. Their departure was like a series of bloody wounds being deeply scratched on Lin Yu's heart, bringing excruciating pain and profound helplessness.

Lin Yu, the mainstay of the resistance vanguard, also suffered heavy injuries in a terrifying and life-or-death intense battle. On the battlefield, the lights of swords and spears intersected and flashed, and the cold glows were startling. The evil spiritual power was like venomous pythons with open fangs, coiling and attacking tightly. Although he summoned all his courage and exerted all his strength to resist, with his moves sharp and powerful, and his sword strikes as astonishing as a dragon emerging, he still could not withstand the powerful attacks that came in waves, one after another, surging and continuous. There were numerous wounds crisscrossing all over his 

body. Some of the wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and the white bones loomed faintly amidst the bloody mess. Blood gushed out like a burst dam, staining his originally tidy clothes red. Each wound was like the ferocious claws of a demon, tearing his body severely. The excruciating pain almost made him faint. The world in front of his eyes was sometimes blurred and chaotic, and sometimes a little clearer, as if he was struggling on the verge of life and death. And the spiritual power in his body was also completely exhausted in this thrilling and dangerous battle, almost dried up, like a faint candle flame flickering and on the verge of being extinguished in the howling wind. Only a trace of faint light, as if it might disappear at any moment, was barely holding on. He could clearly feel his strength slipping away little by little, like the fine sand in an hourglass, as if his life was also slowly fading away at the same time, reaching a dead end.

The severely injured Lin Yu, relying on his indomitable and unbreakable will like steel and his thorough familiarity with the surrounding terrain, endured the double torture of physical and mental pain and staggered along the way while fleeing. His steps were unsteady, but they were filled with an unwavering determination. Each step seemed to require all his strength, leaving a series of crooked and uneven footprints on the rough and thorny mountain path. These footprints seemed to record his unyielding and tenacity until he came to a valley that was so remote and secluded that it seemed to have been forgotten by the whole world. In the valley, there were jagged rocks of various shapes. Some were as sharp as wolf teeth, glinting with a bone-chilling light under the rays of sunlight filtering through the branches and leaves. Some were as towering as giant beasts, standing abruptly everywhere, casting patches of gloomy and dark shadows. There was dense vegetation, lush and disorderly. The wild grass taller than a person rustled in the gentle breeze, as if whispering the hidden secrets of the valley, or as if sighing mournfully for Lin Yu's tragic experience. A barely noticeable path wound through the grass and rocks towards the depths of the valley, and at the end was a narrow and extremely hidden cave. Lin Yu dragged his body, which was as heavy as a lead block, and moved into the cave step by step. In an instant, the 

darkness and dampness in the cave enveloped him tightly like a surging tide. The chill was like sharp ice needles, instantly penetrating deep into his bones, making him shiver involuntarily and all the hair on his body stand on end.

At this moment, he leaned weakly against the cave wall, his body slowly sliding down. He panted heavily, and every breath seemed to be pulling at the sharp thorns on his wounds, causing cold sweat to pour down his forehead like rain. The sweat gathered at his chin and then dripped onto the ground, gradually forming a small puddle of water at his feet. His injuries were extremely serious and horrifying. The skin and flesh were turned outward, revealing the ferocious and terrifying flesh and blood inside. Blood was still gushing out continuously, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the dim light. The tendons and bones seemed to be on the verge of breaking, twitching slightly, as if miserably telling the brutality and tragedy of this battle. The lack of spiritual power made him feel an unprecedented weakness, as if all the strength in his body had been instantly drained by a mysterious evil force. His limbs were limp and powerless, and even a simple action like raising his arm became extremely difficult, as if his arm was carrying a heavy load of a thousand catties. Every attempt was like moving a towering boulder, requiring great effort but achieving little.

Outside the cave, however, the evil forces had formed a tight and impenetrable siege. They were like a group of hungry and fierce wolves, with greedy and ferocious glows flickering in their eyes, closely surrounding the area. Their eyes seemed as if they could swallow Lin Yu alive in an instant without leaving a trace. The sounds of footsteps were chaotic, like thousands of troops and horses galloping past. The shouts rose one after another, echoing back and forth in the valley, making people's eardrums ache. The sounds were like the countdown bells of death, shaking people's hearts and making them tremble with fear. They had tightly blocked every possible exit. Every corner was under their vigilant and sharp gaze and the cold glows of their weapons. The sharp blades glinted dazzlingly under the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves, as if not even a tiny fly could escape their carefully woven and seamless net. The entire valley was shrouded in a shadow of death, and the oppressive and stuffy atmosphere was suffocating, as if the air had been sucked dry.

Lin Yu deeply understood that he had already fallen into a desperate situation. There were impasse all around, and there was no way back. It was as if he had been brutally forced to the edge of a cliff by the merciless hand of fate. In front of him was a bottomless abyss, and behind him were the enemies who were hot on his trail and eyeing him covetously. But when he slowly raised his head, there was not the slightest trace of despair or fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a firmness and determination as unyielding as steel and as immovable as a rock. His gaze was like two dazzling arrows, piercing through the layers of darkness directly towards the heart of the evil forces. It carried an unyielding and tenacious fighting spirit, as if it could instantly set the dark world on fire and burn away all the evil and injustice. The light was like a bright star, making the surrounding darkness retreat in fear and not daring to spread wantonly.

He slowly closed his eyes and began to quietly regulate his breath in this suffocatingly silent and almost lifeless cave. He concentrated all his mental energy, excluding the hustle and bustle of the outside world and the severe pain of his injuries, trying to squeeze out a trace of extremely weak spiritual power from his spiritual veins that were as dry as a desert. Even if it was just a tiny bit, as insignificant as a dying candle in the wind, in his heart, it might still become the dawn of hope that could turn the tide and break the desperate situation. At the same time, his mind was like a rapidly spinning top, constantly thinking about every possible way and strategy to break through the predicament. He recalled the topography of the valley, struggling to think about where there were hidden paths and whether he could skillfully use the advantages of the terrain to set up ambushes for surprise attacks or find an opportunity to escape. He thought about the distribution of the enemy forces, where their weak points might be hidden, and how to catch them off guard. He calculated the few remaining means he had, which magical treasures or exquisite moves he had not yet used, and how to make rational use of these to fight against the powerful enemy. In this desperate situation, he was like a lone traveler groping in the dark, doing his best to find that glimmer of hope for survival, just to be able to continue to fight against the powerful and evil forces to the end and protect the eternal and shining light of justice in his heart. Even if it cost him his life, he would not take a single step back, because he knew that behind him were the earnest hopes of countless people and their persistent expectation for justice. He was the last line of defense for justice and must not fall.