The strong impact hit him through the door and bricks. In an instant, his body lost all consciousness, and then the numbness gradually faded away. Intense pain was released from every inch of his flesh and blood, spreading throughout his body like a spreading poison.
The body was thrown high into the air and hit the wall hard, leaving a trail of blood on the gray wall, and then fell to the ground.
He coughed up blood and scratched his hands weakly, trying to stand up, but his bones seemed to be broken in the impact. He could only crawl weakly on the ground, expanding the bloodstain under him.
There was noise all around his ears, tormenting his consciousness. He raised his head with difficulty, but his vision was blurred by the blood and he could only see large smears of color swaying in front of his eyes.
Golden, bright red, grayish white...
It seems as if a mad painter was painting here, mixing these countless colors into a distorted chaos, emitting bursts of extremely cold malice.
"Hahaha… "
After coughing up blood forcefully, his breathing finally became a little smoother. He took deep breaths, forcing his lungs to expand and take in fresh oxygen.
His consciousness became much clearer, and the pain became more obvious. He stretched out his hand and grabbed around randomly, and finally caught the broken nail sword among the rubble and blood.
He supported himself on the ground and tried to lift his body, but he had no strength.
His right foot was broken in the impact just now, his ankle was twisted, and among the blood and flesh, one could even see the bones protruding from the skin.
"Hey! How are you!"
He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but his mind was in a mess and he had no time to think about it.
Soon the shouting disappeared, covered by another distorted and evil sound, which poured into his ears like water, evenly covering the eardrum and constantly shaking his nerves.
“Damn it!”
He cursed and tried to cover his ears, but he had no energy to do so and could only endure the torture.
The evil sound seemed like a magnificent movement from hell. It was very light at first, like a woman singing softly in the night, but soon the sound became louder and louder. As time went by, more and more instruments and musicians joined in the performance, and hot lava and piles of bloody bones rushed towards them.
For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was in hell, and then he smiled bitterly. No, this was not an illusion, he was already in hell.
There was a harsh, metal-on-metal sound, mixed with a tearing sound, as if claws were tearing flesh in half alive. He could even feel the hot blood on his face from the echoing sound.
“Stand up!”
Someone was yelling at him, and when he looked towards the sound, he could see a grayish-white block shaking violently, as if it was fighting something.
The broken sword in his hand shattered at one point under the pressure of his body, leaving a deep scratch on the ground. Then his body, which he had finally raised, fell down again. He took a deep breath, and this time he let go of the broken sword. He wiped his face vigorously, wiping off the blood that was blocking his vision, and finally saw everything clearly in front of him.