Li Qiu suddenly felt his divine sense being rudely snatched away by something, followed by a heavy smash. If Li Qiu's divine sense were compared to an iron bar, he now felt as though a blacksmith had cut the bar in two with shears, threw it into a fire until it glowed red-hot, and then hammered it mercilessly on an anvil.
"Clang!" Hearing what seemed to be the sound of his divine sense being beaten, Li Qiu's eyes nearly popped out of his sockets, his body stiffened like a rod, and an indescribable wave of agony swept over him like a roaring tsunami, submerging him, tossing him into the air, submerging him, and tossing him again, seemingly without end.
Just like that, Li Qiu rolled on the ground in agony, at times stiff as a rod, at times curled like a shrimp. Viewed from afar, he looked more like a loach thrown ashore, struggling in its death throes.
Chapter 61