Only a portion of Qi Ling’s consciousness remains. His ears are filled with the sharp howling of the wind, or you can say that, it is no longer as simple as just the wind, countless high-pitched and sharp humming sounds and cutting over his ear drums rapidly, when processed, there is a tearing pain in his mind. Every inch of his body is in pain, as if his whole torso and limbs have been cut by numerous blades. The scene before his eyes, they all extend into a blur of lights. Qi Ling’s vision slackens in this tornado-like speed, before he sees anything clearly, before his eyes are murky lights— he feels that he is being carried away quickly by something, perhaps a monster, it cannot be human, for it is impossible for humans to be so swift.