"No!!!"
Zhang Shen only had time to instinctively cross his arms in front of his face. The next second, he felt an indescribable impact fiercely hit him, and he was unexpectedly flung into the air.
The world spun!
He traced a parabolic arc in the air, crashing back to the ground like a broken sack.
"Ugh!" A mouthful of fresh blood spewed out uncontrollably.
He felt as if bells were clanging in his head, buzzing noisily, with gold stars dancing before his eyes. Waves of intense dizziness and nausea assailed him relentlessly.
His whole body felt wet, especially a chilling sensation as if wind was drilling through his arm bones.
He forced himself to endure the dizziness, struggling to get back on his feet.
But he couldn't even afford to check his injuries, instead staring in horror, as if he'd seen a ghost, toward the center of the explosion.
There...
Where were the remains of a corpse? Where was the filthy mess of blood and flesh?
