Amidst the swirling dust, a lean figure tumbled awkwardly on the ground several times before finally coming to a halt. As the dust gradually dispersed, a pair of bright, sparkling eyes slightly curved. Just as Zuo Feng was about to smile after surviving the ordeal, the piercing pain coursing through his body contorted his face.
"Hiss..."
Zuo Feng drew in a cold breath, with scrapes on his leg compounded by the violent impact and numerous rolls upon landing, his entire body now felt as if it had been torn apart.
His chest heaved violently, and Zuo Feng dared not move an inch, lying straight on the ground. His eyes surveyed everything in front of him. Although his body was temporarily immobilized, his eyes and mind remained unaffected. The corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the hole through which he had flown in from an angle, and the mere thought sent shivers down his spine.
