Stepping In The Explosive Fist Plane

Zhao Luo slowly fell on his spot while shivering.

"Ghaaa."

He moaned in pain while sweating like a wild beast.

An extremely boundless pain swarmed his body like a tsunami.

Mostly it was his upper body that felt like it was being torn apart by some internal force.

In the dark space, it was only him and the pain that resided inside his body. 

"AHHHH."

And his screams.

Zhao Luo looked as if he was seeing his death.

"H-help."

Zhao Luo hardly cried out while squirming as he rolled on the dark floor.

The ones he was asking 'help' from, were none other than the emperas.

'Only they can save me from this pain.'

Zhao Luo felt his dark space shake along with his trembling.

'Everything's falling apart.'