(Heartfelt thanks to 'otakujerry' for the 1888 reward, and to 'Lei Xiang' for the reward!)
His consciousness was as chaotic as a muddle...
His body was as heavy as iron and lead...
His strength was draining away like water...
His voice was hoarse and murky...
Those were all the sensations Wu Yan felt at that moment.
He felt as though he were a drowning man, continuously sinking into a boundless ocean whose edges could not be seen, an ocean that held nothing but despair.
His body struggled, yet there was nowhere to gain leverage. He had no way to support himself.
His limbs paddled, but he still felt himself sinking without end, as though he were falling into hell.
In this unconscious state, where even breathing had become difficult, Wu Yan could only endure the weightless sensation in his body and drift wherever his chaotic consciousness took him.
All of this had been caused by the complete depletion of his magic power and the severe blow his body had suffered, bringing him a feeling that could only be described as miserable.
Clearly, although the injuries he had suffered before falling unconscious had recovered in a short time, the pain of that instant still left Wu Yan, who had fallen unconscious carrying that pain, terribly uncomfortable.
Fortunately, pain came quickly and went quickly.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, Wu Yan felt his chaotic consciousness finally beginning to gather itself. His body gradually regained strength, and the black ocean he had sunk into like a drowning man began to brighten.
As though he had been awakened, Wu Yan slowly opened his eyes, exposing a pair of slightly unfocused wine-red pupils to the air. Only after a while did they regain focus and clearly see the scene before him.
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