With a swish sound, the cloth on Zhang Mu's trouser leg was torn off along with a large piece of flesh by a small mouth full of sharp teeth. It was one of the fastest second-level piranhas. It had not even used its water ability at all, but it had already torn a large hole in Zhang Mu's body that was still in the water, with his legs being the first to be bitten.

It was precisely because of the stinging pain of having his flesh peeled off that a burst of strength suddenly burst out from Zhang Mu's hands. Regardless of whether his left arm was numb and he had no strength to use it, he simply pressed his hands against the shore and pushed himself up, trying to flip over.

But just when he reached the shore, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind behind Zhang Mu. He looked back in panic, but discovered a fact that frightened him.

Those piranhas did not give up the pursuit after Zhang Mu left the water. They leaped out of the water with all their might, and then attacked Zhang Mu in unison with the explosive force. However, Zhang Mu was now completely unable to fight back.

He had just kneeled on the shore and his leg was injured again. He was about to be torn to pieces by the swarm of piranhas that pounced on him.

A hint of madness flashed in Zhang Mu's eyes, and he made an unexpected move.

He clenched the wound on his already broken left arm with his right hand and twisted it. With a low roar of pain, he actually tore off his left forearm.

Looking at the gushing blood, Zhang Mu raised his pale lips into a bitter smile, and directly raised his left forearm to the school of piranhas flying in the air, while he rolled on the ground desperately.

Sure enough, the moment Zhang Mu threw out his left forearm, the piranhas showed a hint of hesitation, stopped twisting their bodies, and looked in the direction where the remaining limb was flying.

However, during this gap, Zhang Mu had already rolled out a distance. Although the piranha that jumped the farthest could still reach Zhang Mu, it kept hesitating when it saw its companion turning around to share the food. Finally, it swung its tail to control the direction and fell to the ground not far from Zhang Mu. Then, it chose the part of flesh and blood that was easier to get, jumped forward on the ground, and then dived back into the water.

Zhang Mu's eyes flashed with a trace of relief at this moment, as if he had just said

It wasn't his arm that fell off.

Zhang Mu had encountered these mutant beasts without intelligence before. When faced with food that was readily available, they would always choose it first.

After finally getting a chance to catch his breath, Zhang Mu took a rough look at his injuries.

His left arm was disabled, his calves were losing a lot of blood, and he had multiple soft tissue contusions on his body.

Zhang Mu smiled helplessly, grimacing again as the pain pulled at his wound, and slowly uttered a few words, "Is it that easy to take my life? Hahahaha."

He laughed weakly. In this world where third- and fourth-level creatures were everywhere, it was really sad that he, Zhang Mu, was forced to this point by a group of second-level creatures that others looked down upon.

But the reality is that he is just a small figure struggling on the brink of life and death. If he had not been for the identity of an Epoch Agent Merchant that he happened to obtain, Zhang Mu, with his current identity as a second-level evolver without any awakening ability, would have long been turned into cannon fodder, with no one knowing where his body would be scattered.

Even so, Zhang Mu had no other choice. With his current recovery speed, it would be difficult for him to stabilize his injuries and continue moving forward, let alone save his life. The injured area on his body was too large, and the energy he had overdrawn before was slowly stripping away his consciousness.

He forced himself to retain the last bit of clarity and took out a tube of light green potion from his Epoch Merchant Ring. It was a first-level recovery potion that he had kept for a long time but had never been willing to drink.

It's ridiculous, isn't it? A second-level evolver is using a first-level recovery potion. But even so, it is the only trump card Zhang Mu has that can save his life.

Zhang Mu poured all the first-level recovery potion into his mouth without hesitation. As his Adam's apple rolled up and down, the blood on the surface of Zhang Mu's wound gradually began to coagulate.

This is the domineering aspect of the Epoch General Goods produced by the Epoch Store. Not to mention that there is no such thing as a shelf life, even Zhang Mu, who has the strength of the second level, is now using this potion which is one level lower than his, and the effect is immediate.

Zhang Mu's lips gradually turned red, but he knew that his broken arm would never recover. If he had a bottle of second-level recovery potion,

, then there is a great possibility that the broken arm can be regenerated.

Moreover, when the wound is completely healed, even the second-level recovery potion is powerless to save the situation, unless a high-level healing evolver is willing to help him once.

Thinking of the healing evolver, a white figure suddenly flashed before Zhang Mu's eyes.

Who is that?

The figure stayed in Zhang Mu's mind for just a second before disappearing into thin air. Zhang Mu could no longer recall what that person looked like. The more he thought about it, the more headache he got, so he stopped thinking about it.

He smiled bitterly. How could a small fry like him with little strength and low status know a healing Evolver who came and went without a trace and was highly respected among the Evolvers?

It seems that he has lost too much blood and his mind has become confused. Is he having some hallucinations?

As time passed, the effectiveness of this bottle of first-level recovery potion gradually faded. This potion chose to use most of its effect on restoring Zhang Mu's legs, and there was no extra room for repairing the damaged tendons and soft tissues. As for his left forearm, it was completely abandoned after the wound healed.

I guess it was an automatic choice when facing a high-level evolver. After all, even if a whole bottle of medicine was used to restore this arm, it would not grow again.

Zhang Mu slowly stood up and looked up at the environment he was in. It was overgrown with weeds and no birds were around. Occasionally, there were a few roars of unknown mutant beasts.

It seems that he has been washed away a bit, but he should be able to make it in time. He should quickly complete the transaction and then return to Luoyang City. Zhang Mu thought so in his heart, and after feeling the strength from his legs, he ran out wildly.

Yes, it is very difficult for him to live now. A disabled low-level evolver, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, I don't know how far he can go. Perhaps, in Shanxi City, the first thing he can get is a bunch of gloating eyes.

But, you have to keep going. You are not dead yet, right?

The burning desire for life in Zhang Mu's heart overcame the fatigue brought by bad luck, and he slowly headed towards Shanxi City.

(End of this chapter)