The headless body of the Little Monk slowly collapsed to the ground, and Wei Yuan staggered back two steps before falling backward. The end of the Zen Stick, which passed through his body, stuck into the ground, supporting Wei Yuan's body.
Blood flowed continuously along the Zen Stick, and Wei Yuan felt as if his body had become a leaking water bag, with the remaining blood and vitality rapidly draining away. The intense pain, something he had not felt for a long time, made his vision occasionally darken, and it was difficult to keep his thoughts clear, often being disrupted by the intense pain.
It had been a long time since he felt like this. Previously, Wei Yuan's Magic Body was robust, a rarity in the world, with pain's warning effects long replaced by his Divine Thought perception. Even if Wei Yuan's body were ground to dust, he would remain mentally clear, his Divine Thought as sharp as lightning.
