After an unknown length of time, fragmented consciousness returned to Zhang Tie's mind like a faint spark in the dark, flickering in and out of sight, yet slowly and steadfastly beginning to burn again.
Zhang Tie moved his fingers, and his mind gradually cleared. Only then did he realize that he seemed to be lying face down on the ground. Then, searing pain as though his entire body were being torn apart began to assault his central nervous system and brain.
Feeling that excruciating pain, Zhang Tie instead let out a sigh of relief. Though no one liked pain, being able to feel it at certain times meant that one's bodily functions were still normal. That was something worth being grateful for.
Beyond the waves of tearing pain, Zhang Tie also felt incomparable exhaustion and weakness.
Under such circumstances, he did not immediately turn over and sit up. Instead, he lay quietly on the ground, recovering his strength while keenly sensing the situation around him.
The surrounding temperature was not particularly high. Beneath him was soft sand, and his ears seemed to catch the sound of flowing water nearby. Other than that, all was silent. There were no voices, nor anything else dangerous. For the moment, the environment seemed safe.
As for his own condition, aside from the wounds all over his body, the hollow emptiness in his head and Sea of Consciousness also left Zhang Tie dazed. Within that faintly flickering flame of awareness, what had just happened once more swept through his mind like flowing water.
The Godslaying Sword Art was a secret manual Prince of Immortal Sea had given him. It was not originally a killing move suited for attacking enemies from a great distance, but under those circumstances, Zhang Tie could not afford to worry about