One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Outside the Pass, Skull Plain.

The iron-gray sky, hidden in the fog distant snowy mountains, dark dried-out land streaming with rivers of blood, and countless mutilated limbs. The roaring of tens of thousands resembled a surge of waves all at once, causing Zhao Meiying’s brow to furrow and eliciting a groan as she opened her eyes.

She was buried under the huge rocks of a collapsed city wall, feeling a searing pain in every nerve of her body.

Clatter!

After struggling violently a couple of times, too weak to break free,

Rather, the movement of her body caused the ruins to collapse, and the giant rock pressed down heavily, making the left half of Zhao Meiying’s leg lose all sensation.

She held her breath, slowly gathering strength, planning to push off the rock pressing on her all at once.

Boom!

But before she could exert herself,