The Sky Wants to Strike You

If there was a hole in the corner, Ning Que would definitely go in, no matter whether it was the endless abyss or the legendary gloom. But there was no hole. He could only hold his head and shake in pain and sweat. His lips didn't stop bleeding. His clothes were wet from his tears.

He had never experienced such terrible pain, and he even felt that it was more painful than the torture he suffered when he was caught by mounted gangsters in the Wilderness. The axe in his head and the invisible large axe in the sky kept striking, as if they would never stop.

Later on, his body even began to twitch, his eyes began to drift, and even his lips turned gray. He was not far off from being dead.

After a long time, the large axe in the sky finally stopped, but the axe in his head was still striking. Feeling a little better, he stood up with unimaginable perseverance and then rushed out of the meditation room. He dared not to even turn around and glance at the shadow.