The aftershocks of the explosion still raged, and the sounds of various objects collapsing and burning echoed continuously through the laboratory, like a terrifying symphony of death. Liang Song only felt a buzzing in his ears; that sharp tinnitus felt like countless bees frantically beating their wings against his eardrums, making him dizzy and disoriented. He struggled to concentrate, trying to pull himself free from this chaos and pain, only to find that the world before his eyes was swaying slightly, like a nightmare from which he would never awaken.
With great effort, Liang Song managed to crawl up from the ground. The skin on his knees and palms was scraped raw from the friction against the floor, and fresh blood seeped out, mixing with the dust to send waves of sharp pain through his wounds. Bracing his hands on the ground, his body swayed like an old tree about to topple in a gale. Every time he tried to stand straight, he felt an invisible force pulling him downward. When he finally managed to stand upright, he gave his head a vigorous shake, trying to dislodge the annoying tinnitus and chaotic thoughts. With every shake, it felt as though countless needles were piercing his brain, the pain spreading from the top of his head throughout his entire skull. Yet he had no time to dwell on this; his mind held only a single, urgent thought: to clearly assess his surroundings and find a way out to survive.
He slowly raised his head and looked down the corridor, only to see…
Chapter 395