In the alternate world, Chen Shouyi stood still, his whole body emanating wisps of smoke, frozen in the act of throwing a punch.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Half a minute later, his body swayed, and with a loud crash, he fell to his knees, creating a large crater in the ground.
He tried to struggle to his feet but found that his strength had completely vanished, unable even to stand.
"But, it seems safe now."
Chen Shouyi was utterly certain that his punch had hit the Lord of Lightning.
He wanted to go outside to check the situation, but his body wouldn't allow him to stand, so he simply let it be.
He laboriously distanced himself from the Spatial Passage, sitting on the ground.
"Haha... cough, cough!" He grinned, but the movement strained his chest and abdomen wounds, causing a sudden cough.
Dry black blood, mixed with charred innards, spewed from his mouth.
Yet Chen Shouyi didn't care at all, laughing madly with a face full of satisfaction.
"I actually survived."
