Following a deafening explosion, Zhou Chen was overcome by a powerful sense of weightlessness. A fierce wind howled past his ears, and his vision spun wildly.
He was flying freely through the night sky.
Or rather, he'd been sent flying.
The speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow. In the instant Satan broke free, he sent Zhou Chen flying.
High in the sky, Zhou Chen finally managed to stabilize himself, only to immediately spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his shredded organs.
His shirt had been blasted to shreds, revealing a firm, well-defined physique. But on this body that would make countless girls blush and scream, his skin and flesh were covered in ghastly, web-like cracks, like shattered porcelain. Blood gushed from the wounds and scattered in the wind, falling like a fine, crimson rain. The single blow had nearly made his body explode!
