The moment he opened his eyes, he knew he had died.
Everything around him was red and blurry.
He could not properly see where he was, but the smell immediately entered his nose. There was blood, burned flesh, smoke, and something metallic that reminded him of iron.
'Move.'
The thought appeared before he could understand anything else.
'Get up. Find somewhere safe.'
Yang Lujia attempted to push both of his legs against the ground.
Nothing happened.
He tried to use his hands instead, but his arms did not move the way he expected them to. He could feel them, but they lacked enough strength to lift even a small portion of his body.
Before he could determine what was wrong, the ground beneath him violently shook.
Rumble!
An explosion came from somewhere nearby.
Yang Lujia's body was immediately thrown into the air.
He could no longer tell which direction was above or below. His body turned several times before falling back onto the ground.
