Kapitel 152: Close Call

A surprised cry escaped Song Zhuyu as he burst through several layers of Hell in rapid succession, getting closer and closer to the lowest level. 

The scenery blurred past too quickly for him to grasp; all he could see and hear was fiery lava streaking across charred landscapes and the haunting wails of tormented souls, rattling him down to the very core. An intense vertigo struck his head as the world spun before his eyes, sending a wave of nausea churning in his stomach. It was as though he was doing extreme bungee jumping with no safety line. 

Song Zhuyu's throat spasmed and he felt like he was about to throw up right there and then. 

…Wait, could a soul even throw up?