A large amount of blood gushed out from the back of the white wolf. It no longer had the strength to hold on and fell to the ground in pain.
But when it fell, it was still staring at Ryan, full of anger, hatred, pain, and deep resentment.
Ryan looked at the white wolf indifferently and did not approach it. He simply waited for its vitality to fade away.
For Ryan, the most important thing was to return alive. Seeing victory was just around the corner, he would not take any more risks.
Ryan stepped back a few meters, returned to the recliner, and sat down, just watching the white wolf die.
When blood overflowed all over the ground, Ryan saw that the wolf's eyelids finally slowly closed.
Ryan did not go over to check whether the white wolf was dead, but turned back to look out the window at the storm outside.
The threat of White Wolf was gone, and the biggest threat now was natural disasters.
Yet the yacht, though rocking violently with the waves, remained stubbornly upright—no signs of capsizing.
Ryan was afraid that in the last half hour, this damn game would cause him some trouble again.
While Ryan was thinking, he suddenly felt a sense of alarm.
Ryan looked back in astonishment and saw that the white wolf had crawled up from the ground at some point, and actually jumped up, crossing a distance of several meters, and pounced towards him.
"Still alive?"
Ryan didn't expect that the white wolf had such strong vitality and knew how to continue pretending to be dead.
It pounced on him decisively when he let down his guard and looked outside.
Although Ryan was shocked, he was not panicked.
Seeing the white wolf pouncing towards him, he made a quick decision and rolled to the ground.
But as soon as Ryan moved his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his calf, making him cry out.
Pain erupted in his right calf—five deep gashes from the wolf's claws tore into his flesh.
Blood gushed out instantly, and Ryan was in so much pain that he couldn't stand.
The white wolf missed its attack, and deep hatred appeared. Almost as soon as it landed, it stepped on the ground again and pounced towards Ryan.
Ryan knew very well that it was a matter of life and death.
Although the white wolf looked extremely ferocious at this moment, Ryan could see it was already at the end of its strength.
In the past few hours, Ryan had first exhausted its physical strength, and then it was hit on the back, resulting in a large amount of blood loss.
It should be holding on to its last breath now, wanting to die with him.
Ryan endured the severe pain and looked at the white wolf pouncing on him, his mind working rapidly.
Ryan didn't know what was going on. The more critical the situation became, the calmer he became.
In just a split second, Ryan made the decision.
When the white wolf pounced towards him, he pushed the ground hard with his uninjured left foot, and instead of retreating, he moved forward and rushed towards the white wolf.
When the two intersected, Ryan shrank his body and avoided the wolf's mouth, but the wolf's claws scratched his stomach.
Ryan groaned in pain again but forced himself to endure it. He grabbed the handle of the fire axe behind the wolf and used all his strength to pull it downwards.
"Ow!"
The fire axe had been buried hilt-deep in the white wolf's spine. As Ryan yanked the handle downward and the beast surged forward in unison, the combined forces ripped the blade through its torso, carving a gruesome path from shoulder blade to stomach.
The fire axe tore apart half of the white wolf's body, and its internal organs and blood gushed out.
The white wolf let out one last miserable howl, then fell heavily. Its body struggled unconsciously a few times, and then there was no more movement.
Ryan couldn't stand at this time and fell to the ground.
He looked at the wound on his left foot where the bones were visible, and the wound on his abdomen where his intestines were visible, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain.
Ryan smiled bitterly. He finally knew what the final crisis of this damn game was.
He struggled to stand up from the ground, without looking at the white wolf's body again, but quickly looked towards the bedside table.
A first aid kit was usually placed on a yacht to prevent accidents at sea, and it was a must on such a luxury yacht.
Earlier, he'd spotted one in the drawer while searching the room.
Ryan endured the severe pain in his abdomen and right leg. He limped towards the bedside table, trailing blood all the way.
In just a distance of a few meters, Ryan felt like he was walking on the road to hell.
With every step he took, he felt pain deep in his bones and was sweating all overEspecially when he saw the blood gushing out uncontrollably, and even the intestines began to flow out, the feeling was truly indescribable for Ryan.
He had no choice but to retract his gaze and continue walking towards the bedside table. He was already feeling dizzy at this time. If he didn't stop the bleeding in time, he would probably be dead.
When Ryan held onto the edge of the bed and finally reached the bedside table, he immediately opened it and took out the first aid kit
Because of excessive blood loss, Ryan had difficulty mustering any strength, and his hands were shaking when he picked up things.
"I'll be back quickly, I'll be back quickly!"
"I can't die!"
"I must not die here!"
Ryan roared in his heart. He quickly found alcohol and hemostatic bandages in the first aid kit and began to stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds.
Ryan had experience in bandaging wounds on his left arm, so he was not too flustered.
It was just that his body was extremely weak, so he was slow in bandaging the wound.
By the time Ryan finally stopped the bleeding and treated the wound, he was utterly exhausted.
Ryan lay on the bed, unable to move even a finger.
Not only was he physically weak, but his consciousness was also in a weak state.
Ryan knew that he couldn't fall asleep at this time. Once he fell asleep, he would die completely.
"Survival time!!"
"[0:07:23]"
Ryan stared at the string of blood-red numbers, and his spirits suddenly lifted.
Only seven minutes left!
As long as he could get through it, he could go back.
He had to survive no matter what.
At this moment, Ryan's desire to survive burst out again, and only the last string of numbers remained in his eyes.
Whenever the countdown was about to end, Ryan would call it out again.
[0:04:13]
When the countdown reached this point, Ryan could clearly feel his vitality fading, and death was beginning to approach.
"No one can let me die!"
Ryan's eyes suddenly turned red, revealing a look of madness again.
Eyes blazing, Ryan rummaged through the kit and found a vial.
He cheered himself up, found the syringe, drew out the medicine in the bottle, and tremblingly injected it into his own vein.
But his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't get the needle in after several attempts.
Ryan shook his head, trying to keep himself awake, then picked up the syringe and stabbed it into the meridian again.
After aiming this time, Ryan stabbed it in at once, and then quickly pushed all the medicine into his body.
The next moment, Ryan felt that his whole body was excited and had some strength.
What Ryan just injected himself with was an epinephrine injection, which can accelerate the heartbeat and breathing, increase blood flow, and raise blood sugar levels. It can be used to rescue patients with cardiac arrest and anaphylactic shock.
Although Ryan had no medical knowledge, he could guess that his current body reaction was probably shock caused by excessive blood loss.
So he took prompt action and used an epinephrine injection.
Ryan didn't care whether it was the proper treatment; as long as he could hold on for the last four minutes, that would be enough.
When he called out the countdown again, it had already become [0:02:51].
These two short minutes seemed as long as a century.
Ryan felt that every second of the countdown was both his death warrant and the countdown to his rebirth. His emotions were extremely complicated.
As the countdown entered the last 10 seconds, Ryan felt that the effect of epinephrine was beginning to fade.
He held on to his last breath, all his life potential burst out at this moment, staring at the countdown.
[10]
[9]
[8]
"Minimum survival time achieved. End game or continue for higher rewards."
"End!!"