Bab 74: Chapter 72, Episode 20_1

The air here was dense.

The stench of blood, rotten smell, darkness, humidity, stuffiness, and lack of oxygen immersed Wu Chou in such an ambiance for who knows how long. Occasionally recalling the feeling of inhaling a cool breeze from the outside world, it was like another life ago.

He still managed to keep his mind awake, despite this meaning thousands of heart-piercing pains heavily pressing on that string.

He could no longer discern a part of his body that functioned properly. Simultaneously, seven or eight types of pain accumulated from the same area; he did not expect his pain to be numbed, but his brain's function of sensing where the injury was had indeed been disabled.