This is a projection of the mental hospital, and, at the same time, a projection of Jiang Che's consciousness.
Ding Ning glanced at the dim light and shadows around her. She moved swiftly, drawing closer and closer to the exit. In these endless corridors, there were no windows; if the lighting in an area grew slightly darker, the path ahead would fall into pitch blackness.
Can she escape?
Is there an answer to this question?
Sharp claws tore through Ding Ning's back, ripping a slit in her black leather coat in an instant.
The torn clothing was like a balloon being punctured—not bursting, but slowly leaking air.
The body she projected here had never been physical, just a mass of energy.
With her current combat experience, she was already adept enough to avoid some fatal injuries, using other parts of her body to shield herself instead.
When two fresh gashes scored her body in quick succession, Ding Ning felt the pain multiply.
