The sensation of being pierced by projections was so intense that, for an instant, Long Qi almost thought he had been skewered by hundreds and thousands of flying arrows dragging long ropes behind them. With one more tug, his entire body would be torn to pieces.
At the very least, his skull had surely been pierced. Air was leaking from the top of his head, wind pouring in and making his whole body feel chilly. Not a single acupoint or crack could escape it.
He instinctively raised his hand, first confirming that it was still bloody and completely intact, then reached up to feel his head. His skull, already covered in a layer of bone armor, was hard as iron, with nowhere for air to leak through.
Yet every movement he made carried a distinct sense of tension. Inside and out, every muscle fiber, bone, and blood vessel seemed connected to the fine cords and long lines descending from above.
He felt like he had become a puppet on strings, yet also like he had fallen into a dense, intricate spiderweb...
And yet, he seemed to have gained greater freedom.
At least on the sensory level, his perceptions had become clearer and sharper. External information once blocked by his stinking sack of flesh now seeped in. When the wind outside grew fiercer, he even had the illusion of Astral Projection.
His ever-expanding spiritual waves followed the loose ends and long ropes on his body outward, touching Mountain Lord, touching the rotorcraft in the sky and Liu Jia inside it, watching with a frown, and Joker, who kept shifting at such high speed that he was practically no longer in the same dimension as everyone else.
The three Extraordinary Species, each capable of crushing him with a pinky finger, had been