freenovelworld Chapter 201 Enduring Pain
Chapter 201 Enduring Pain
Yet, at this moment, in this predicament, Lu Yan endured an indescribable pain. It felt as if thousands of razor-sharp blades were simultaneously slicing through his body, each one piercing his bones and bringing waves of excruciating pain. This pain surged like a tidal wave, assaulting his nerve defenses wave after wave, bringing him to the brink of collapse.
For Lu Yan, this painful journey felt incredibly long. It was as if time had stood still, everything stretched out infinitely, making the fleeting moment seem as long as a whole century. In this endless agony, Lu Yan felt as if he had already experienced countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters, and every second was an unbearable torture.
Time seemed frozen, each second stretched infinitely by an invisible hand. The fleeting moment became an unbearable, infinitely long stretch. This second seemed to stretch on forever, like a dark, endless tunnel, trapped in it. People felt restless as time passed, their anticipation and anxiety accumulating, seemingly threatening to consume them.
He felt as if he were bound by an invisible force, trapped in a boundless, horrific nightmare with no end in sight. The thick darkness and oppressive atmosphere that permeated the air made it difficult for him to breathe and his heartbeat accelerated.
No matter how hard he struggled, resisted, or used all his strength to break free from the cage of this nightmare, all his efforts seemed futile. The pain surged over him like a tide, drowning him deeply and leaving him with nowhere to escape.
Every time he tried to escape, he encountered new obstacles and difficulties. It seemed as if an invisible hand was secretly manipulating everything, deliberately preventing him from leaving this abyss of pain. He felt despair gradually creeping into his heart, devouring his only remaining ray of hope.
Time seemed to suddenly stand still, as if held captive by a mysterious and powerful spell. Every passing second felt like a century. The fleeting moment seemed incredibly long and unbearable, like an endless road, stretching and extending endlessly. This strange phenomenon made everything around seem incredibly slow, even the sound of people's breathing seemed amplified and audible. The wind stopped ruffling the leaves, the birds stopped flying, and the whole world seemed immersed in this strange stasis of time.
Those endless years, like a thick, endless, winding rope with no end in sight, bound him tightly. The rope seemed to possess boundless power, tightly wrapped around him. No matter how hard he struggled, he could never escape its bondage. With each attempt to break free, the rope tightened like a demonic tentacle, nearly choking him. Gradually, he felt his strength drain away, yet the rope remained as solid as a rock, showing no sign of loosening.
However, every tiny bit of pain felt like sunlight focused through a magnifying glass, blazing unbearably hot and incredibly sharp, like a needle piercing deep into the skin. The intensity of this pain was magnified several times over, as if the initial slight pain had instantly transformed into a surging wave, crashing through the body and soul, wave after wave, nearly bringing one to collapse.
This unbearable pain surged like a flood, surging like a dam breaking, wave after wave of madness, mercilessly assaulting his already fragile, vulnerable nerve defenses. Each wave of pain was like the gaping maw of a ferocious beast, ripping through his body and soul, leaving him in agony.
He felt as if he had suddenly fallen into a bottomless abyss of darkness. The endless darkness surged towards him like a tide, enveloping him tightly. All around him was a chilling silence, not even a breath of wind. A suffocating stillness filled every inch of the air. This deathly silence was like an invisible net, tightly binding him and preventing him from breaking free. And within this deathly silence, a thick atmosphere of despair permeated, eroding his soul like a plague, gradually devouring the last ray of hope within him.
He struggled desperately, waving his hands in the air, trying to grab onto something to stop his horrific fall, but it was all in vain. He screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice seemingly piercing the sky, but he received no response. All around him was endless darkness and deathly silence, tightly surrounding him.
He stared wide-eyed, terrified upward, only to see himself drifting further and further away from the light, while below him lay a bottomless abyss, swallowing him mercilessly. Every second of his descent made his heart sink to the bottom, and despair surged into his heart like a tide.
He felt his body grow incredibly heavy, as if a powerful force was dragging him down. The wind whistled past his ears, scratching his cheeks painfully, and tears welled up uncontrollably in his eyes, mixing with the icy air.
Just like that, he helplessly allowed himself to continue falling and sinking... as if he had fallen into a hell from which there was no escape.
At that moment, he clutched the injured area with both hands, as if suppressing the wound. His face was as pale as a sheet of pure white paper, even paler than white paper. He looked as if an invisible force had drained all of his vitality, leaving him utterly weak and fragile. His once piercing eyes had lost their luster, becoming dull and lifeless, revealing a deep sense of pain and helplessness.
On his broad forehead, beads of sweat as big as soybeans continuously emerged. These beads of sweat seemed like a torrent that had been suppressed for a long time. Once it found a breakthrough point, it surged and rolled down like a broken dam.