The fall felt incredibly long to Han Yu, as if time itself had slowed down. He saw every inch of the dark walls as he grew closer to the ground.
He could make out the details, the cracks, the loose rocks, the moss growing on the walls, as well as a few critters that lived on the wall, everything. It all seemed slow, and yet his abrupt halt came quick.
Han Yu's body slammed into the ravine floor with a bone-shattering crash.
For a moment, there was only darkness and the ringing in his ears.
Then the pain hit him like a tidal wave.
Agonizing, soul-tearing pain.
He gasped, or tried to — the air barely moved in his crushed lungs.
He could feel it — ribs shattered, legs twisted at unnatural angles, one of his arms bent so badly it was barely hanging by tendons.
Blood gushed from countless wounds, pooling under him, soaking into the broken rocks.
Through blurry eyes, he saw two figures nearby.
Liu Ping and Sun Kang.
