Chen Ke felt as if he were a tomato about to burst, his internal organs being viciously squeezed inward, his stomach and liver aching to death. Bitter gastric juices mixed with blood surged toward his throat, even though he used all his muscular strength, he couldn't make his body move in the slightest.
Darkness was all around him, and whispers echoed constantly in his ears. When a sliver of light pierced his pupils, a piercing cold wind also blew into his face. The power binding him vanished in an instant, and he plummeted downwards, crashing into a patch of black soil.
"Ptui..."
Chen Ke got up and touched his chest and abdomen, everything was normal, and there were no traces of the intense pressure from before. The harsh wind roared as he looked around; he was on the middle of a black mountain.
