The agony was unlike anything mortal nerves were built to process.
It felt as though eight thousand pounds of boiling, molten lead were being pumped under crushing pressure directly into Lin Ke’s spinal canal and down into his pelvic basin. The skin across his torso turned scarlet, blistering in sheets that peeled back like scorched parchment in a chimney draft.
Blood poured from his tear ducts, streaming down his hollow cheeks in thick, dark ribbons.
Bright crimson seeped from both nostrils. The hearing in his left ear vanished in a wet pop as the tympanic membrane burst from brain pressure.
Route the transient! Lin Ke’s mind screamed. His vision faded into a swimming red haze of eye heavy bleeding. Don’t let it pool in the chest! Shunt! Shunt to ground!
His congenital glassy glass spirit veins offered zero stretch. They didn’t stretch or dilate to accommodate the fiery volume. Under the crushing high-pressure blast wave, millions of tiny crystal fissures formed along his outward and thigh channels, shrieking with the agony of diamond dust scraped over exposed nerves.
With every shred of willpower he possessed, he forced the fiery torrent of raw, uncontained Yang star-fire away from his unsafe coronary nodes and downward through his thigh pathways.
