Su Qi was swept into the twisted ripples. The sensation was bizarre, as if different doses of anesthesia had been injected into every part of his body.
Sometimes it felt as if his hand was on his neck, his neck on his buttocks, his buttocks on a tree.
The senses were in turmoil.
The five senses seemed to be torn apart, indescribable.
After... the twisted ripples dissipated,
Su Qi slowly opened his eyes. The moment he did, he felt a gust of chilly wind hit him, and all the players around him were sprawled on the ground, contorted in various poses, holding their heads as if they were recovering from a state of stupor and confusion.
"My head! It hurts so bad!"
"What just happened?"
"For a moment, I felt like my body was sliced into pieces!"
"It seemed like an illusion, but it was too real!"
Penelope Bloom also took a deep breath, "Are you all alright?"
"We are, more or less."
