The voice was extremely hoarse and pierced with a night owl's sharpness, stabbing into Xu Yang's mind like steel needles.
Xu Yang only felt a sudden throb in his temples on both sides, as if a great terror of life and death descended upon him, followed by a severe pain in his head.
"Ah!!!!"
Even he, caught off guard and subjected to such intense pain, couldn't help but let out a piercing scream.
"Bang!!"
His body then involuntarily staggered back, disrupting tables and chairs, and he toppled heavily to the ground, limbs convulsing, his facial features twisted, as if enduring immense agony.
Pain, pain, pain!
Indescribable, intense pain!
It felt as though his soul was being pierced by steel needles, creating excruciating pain that penetrated his skull and mind.
Amidst the agony, the sound of cursing resonated repeatedly. Although it carried a heavy local accent, Xu Yang heard every word clearly, as if they were being carved into his very soul and flesh with a chisel.