At an ethereal but strange night, Xiao was sitting on a wooden floor inside an abandoned wooden house that was located around an unknown forest. He was sweating with his forehead dripping with blood, deep scratches all over his arms, and deep wounds all over his body. Xiao was wincing his eyes and breathing heavily while holding his abdomen with his arm, while his other arm rests on the floor looking limp and bloody painful with his jaded spear lying by his side with blood stains. He does not know how much longer he could bear this extreme pain.