Words of a Corpse-Liberated Immortal (1/2)

Xu Feng stood up and dry-heaved twice, then instinctively walked toward the spot.

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His eardrums had not burst, but his sense of balance had clearly suffered.

His ears rang so badly that he could barely hear anything around him. For every step he took, he staggered three, as though the thunder had jolted his soul out of his body and left his body out of step with his thoughts.

He glanced toward the horizon and knew the thunderstorm was over.

The sky was blue.

A pale glow rose along the horizon. Dawn must be near, though from this angle he could still see Venus hanging in the sky.

It was dazzlingly bright.

The weather was also astonishingly cold.

Just as Xu Feng realized this, a strangely crisp wind blew against him.

It felt like a blast of cold air laced with mint, fresh and sharp.

Xu Feng shuddered from head to toe.

With that shudder, his mind cleared. The discomfort he had felt was blown out of him by the wind and fell into his shadow, making it darker.

The wind kept blowing.

It swept over his feet and carried away that noticeably darkened shadow.

What remained was normal!

At that moment, Xu Feng's mind became clear—more than clear. He felt exceptionally alert.

There's something strange about this wind!

The air is so fresh!

Who's helping me?

Without a second thought, Xu Feng fixed his eyes on the six layers of quilt before him. Then he immediately checked his Status Bar.

His Status Bar showed nothing unusual. Or rather, its unusually normal state was the unusual part.

The Dragon-Head Miasma and every other negative effect had vanished.

It was as though the wind had blown them away without