Hundreds of shards battered him almost simultaneously, followed by hundreds more. They struck too quickly for individual impacts to remain separate. Fists, stones and slabs seemed to be hammering every inch of him at once, some fragments exploding into powder against his skin while heavier pieces carried enough force to knock his limbs aside and violently twist his body through the air.
The sensation became monstrous.
It felt like being trapped inside a blizzard where every snowflake had been replaced by stone and every stone had been fired hard enough to pulp an ordinary body. Ice debris hammered his face, ribs, spine and thighs from every direction. Jagged pieces scraped across skin that refused to split, leaving angry red trails where another cultivator would have been opened from shoulder to waist, while the heavier fragments drove their momentum straight through that same unbroken flesh and into everything beneath it.
His muscles absorbed what they could.
