The sound of the wind was constantly blowing in his ears as if it was continuously flowing backward. He felt like he was a small boat in the sea. Where he was and where he would go were not something that he could determine for himself. First, there was the unbearable pain. It was as if his soul had been torn apart countless times. When faced with this level of pain, an ordinary person would immediately faint.
This was a self-defense mechanism of the body. However, Zhou Ze was currently in the state of a dead soul. His perception was more sensitive than when he had a body. The pain he suffered was naturally greater. It was as if the skin on the soles of a person's feet was as sensitive as the foreskin. Furthermore, he was walking barefoot. His soul was drifting, and his consciousness began to fall into chaos.