115 Here and There, Whats the Difference? 2 (1/2)

The instant the green, ghoulish light devoured the carriage, An Fei thought that she was going to die.

The bath of green, specter-like light flung her back into the carriage, her inner organs revolting against her will with ardent fervor as they sought to escape her body.

The young girl thrashed around in more discomfort than pain, attempting to quell the turmoil ravaging the inner intricacies of her physique.

The feeling was akin to the constant caress of a wartenberg wheel running across her entire body, only from the inside.

An Fei deeply regretted not retreating sooner, and she could see Zhang Yuewen nearby suffering the exact same fate.

However, neither of the two writhing girls or the worried Luo Xi could have expected the incoming turbulence.

Boom!

The carriage suddenly lurched forward, jostling the occupants except for the empress without any mercy. Before they could steady their body, a powerful force swallowed them from below.

Weightlessness and an exorbitant amount of nausea slammed into their bodies, making the three maidens feel as if they were being hurled high into the sky.

Though their body remained plastered against the floor of the carriage, the consciousness of the three were being tossed side to side, slammed against the floor then the ceiling, never given a moment's respite.

An Fei could feel a cold hand constrict at her heart, threatening to smother the beating heat into a cold darkness.

The young girl struggled to maintain her eyes to remain open, but with each pressing pulse of an absolute chill, they couldn't help but droop even lower.

The meagre amount of spiritual essence reserved within her physique following the suppression of the world fought to retain the host's vitality, yet couldn't thaw anything except for the heart.

What was previously a two-meter coiled thread in the Sanctum had been reduced to a length of thirty centimeters, a vicious suppression that caused great angst and helplessness.

As her eyelashes flickered, the young girl could hear distant patches of rustling sounds filtering through the closed window. Only after listening to the droning whistle of the wind did An Fei realize that the imperial carriage was hurtling downwards through the air at a frightening rate.

Falling.

They were falling.

Falling from a height of several kilometers without any protective or preventive measures, and the empress was… smiling…?

An Fei grit her teeth in soundless agony, her fingers curled against the fur rug as she clung for dear life.

Wracked by the endless nausea, the sensation of weightlessness, and the mind-numbing cold that threatened to eliminate her existence, the young girl prayed for the torment to end sooner…

Judging from the sound of the wind, it seemed that their rate of descent seemed to accelerate drastically each moment… was this the true path of descending from Jiang'an?

This, this isn't a joke at –

Crash!

The carriage suddenly jolted to a halt, thudding onto the earth with a stupendous impact.

The gravitational force dispersed evenly amongst the occupants of the carriage, before expanding outwards in a massive shockwave that tore at the air.

Three delicate figures hurtled skyward to collide heavily against the ceiling, releasing heavy grunts as their bodies pressed against the wooden surface for several prolonged moments until the gravitational force had finally departed from their bodies.

Nonetheless, their fall back onto the floor was neither graceful nor pleasant.

A thunderous sonic boom erupted directly above their heads, causing the three maidens to temporarily become deaf on top of being tormented by the dispersed force.

Fortunately, though the nausea did not disappear and instead worsened as a harsh ringing blazed at her ears, An Fei heaved a sigh of relief that the abnormal, cold sensation had vanished the instant the carriage collided with the ground.

The next instant, her expression took a turn for the worse, a wave of nausea causing the young girl to cover her mouth.

”Well, how was it?” Feng Hong Yu airily clapped her hands in delight, a pleased expression displayed on her countenance.

”Isn't it quite the amazing sensation, traveling several kilometers in a matter of seconds?”

That was a mere few breaths of time!?

”N-n… never… ag-again…” the three maidens groaned in utter agony, either clutching at their stomach, their mouths, or both.

Having been struck by the ghoulish light alongside of An Fei, Zhang Yuewen's expression was severely dour as the belle continued to dry-heave, her throat desperately begging for air, yet cutting itself off with each pressing moment.