His pupils contracted, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind in an instant.

"System, what's going on?!" he roared inwardly.

"Beep! Target's vital signs are rapidly declining, suspected of secondary infection, viral activity exceeds expectations!" The system's notification sounded like the whisper of death, echoing in his ears.

Lu Zhaoming hurriedly pulled out a first-aid kit and frantically tried to stop Liu Feng's bleeding.

But the blood flowed like a burst dam, unstoppable, meandering down Liu Feng's lips in a shocking manner.

"Hold on, Liu Feng! We're going back right away! Su Li must have a way!" Lu Zhaoming's voice trembled slightly; he had never felt so powerless.

However, Liu Feng used his last bit of strength to push Lu Zhaoming away, his eyes filled with a sense of relief and guilt.

His voice was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

"Brother... don't worry about me... it's no use..."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his mouth, as if mocking fate or despairing about the future.

His hand fell limply to his side, as if telling a story of a hero's twilight years.

"Liu Feng!" Lu Zhaoming roared, but found his voice sounding so pale and powerless in the empty workshop.

He held Liu Feng tightly, feeling his body grow colder and colder, and his heart was filled with despair.

The sensation was so real that Lu Zhaoming gritted his teeth, veins bulging. He knew that this time, it was probably for real…

Lu Zhaoming looked up, his scarlet eyes gazing into the distance, where there was endless darkness and an unknown fate.

He knew that an even bigger storm was about to break...