Wang Cai ran through the wilderness. The previous battle with the Wolf King had almost drained his Life Force; he had never suffered such grievous injuries since birth. The path through the wilderness, once as easy as walking on flat ground, had become treacherous. With each step, piercing pain shot through his body, as if his limbs were being torn apart. It was only his tenacious will driving his body onward that kept him from collapsing.
But he couldn't stop; he wanted to return... to go home...
A gnarled tree root suddenly appeared out of the darkness, like a long-laid trap eager for prey. This was not unusual in the wilderness, but the tree root that he could have easily leaped over in the past now seemed insurmountable, like an unbridgeable chasm. His massive body was now a burden, not a source of strength; he couldn't even manage a larger stride.
Willpower can break through the limits of reality, but the rallying of the dying is ultimately limited.
