Du Qianqian's head slammed violently against the armored steel and then, like a dried salted fish, she crashed to the ground, rigid and unmoving.
She was near death.
Intense pain pierced through her defenses, electrifying her entire body, instantly depriving her of all senses and reducing her mental faculties to near nothingness, unable to distinguish right from wrong.
Thus, her vision of the world compressed into a jumbled mass of colorful bubbles, with various dazzling patterns interwoven as if a thousand colorful ponies were galloping past her face.
But the entire scene was silent; she couldn't hear a thing. Du Qianqian instinctively felt something was wrong, yet she was powerless to shake off the dizziness.
Then, the colorful ponies before her eyes were washed away by a sudden downpour of blood, scattering in panic, competing to drown in the sea of blood.
Du Qianqian... let go...
