Painful, so painful.
Ouyang Xueqing was in so much pain that she couldn't even remember what she was doing before, nor could she discern the situation around her right now. Her soul was being torn apart and pieced together again and again, shredded and combined repeatedly to the point where she couldn't even feel her body anymore. She felt like she was floating amidst the cloud, melting together with the horizon. Her senses expanded indefinitely and all the sounds, scents and colors exploded in her mind.
Only the warmth encircled around her shoulder became her only anchor which tied her down to the ground.
Mo Yujian released another burst of lightning and seized the chance to push some distance between them and the puppets. Their skin had been scorched black but still didn't cease fighting as if they had no qualms about death, marching forward fearlessly.