A plain in the Guangdong region.
There, a man was kneeling, bleeding.
“Cough…!”
He spat out blood while propping himself up on the ground.
Drip-! Dark red blood flowed.
It indicated that the man’s life was nearing its end.
His left arm was twisted in a grotesque manner.
And the center of his chest was abnormally caved in.
It was excruciating pain.
Feeling this, the man laughed.
“Haha….”
The man’s name was Do Mun-gang.
Though he was no longer called that, just a few years ago, he had been known as one of the Five Emperors…