If someone had asked Zheng Qing how he felt ten thousand meters in the air.
Zheng Qing would have answered: bloated and cold.
Bloated because the air pressure at high altitude was extremely low while the pressure inside the human body was high. The two forces pressed against each other, making him feel as though he had been inflated.
Zheng Qing had never experienced pregnancy, but at that moment, as his abdomen swelled painfully, he felt as if he were about to give birth. His ears hurt in waves too, as though something would burst through his eardrums and crawl out the next second.
As for the cold, it was because high altitudes received little radiant heat from the ground. Zheng Qing had known that basic bit of geography since middle school.
So, when the Mana Cocoon that had originally covered him shattered, Zheng Qing first felt his whole body "swell" several sizes. Then the wrists, neck, and cheeks exposed beyond his robes felt as though they had been plunged into a barrel of dry ice, stinging with numb cold. When the vines before him dragged him downward, the young wizard worried that he would be torn to pieces by the violent pull like frozen, brittle jerky.
"Ge... clack clack..."
The young wizard tried to cast two more Binding Spells to wrap himself up more warmly. But the tremendous pressure difference and bitter cold made his nose feel as though it were about to explode. His teeth chattered from the cold, and he could barely recite even one complete spell.
After a brief stalemate—perhaps only a few seconds, perhaps more than ten; in any case, a very short stretch of time that felt agonizingly long to Zheng Qing—the young wizards wrapped in a string of vine balls plunged headfirst into