Chen Xiao was flying…backwards…
His body twisted, in a state that should have been shattered, fiercely colliding with everything he touched.
He grazed a sharp limb of a bug, the blade penetrating his suit and taking a large chunk of charred flesh with it.
He collided with a soldier ant, its massive mandibles piercing directly into his lower back but repelled by the iron net within his suit, leaving a gaping crimson hole.
No one knew how many injuries he had sustained, nor how much pain he felt; his right arm, starting from the elbow, was completely broken, hanging on by just a layer of skin, flailing wildly in the air. Something had struck his chest, causing it to cave in, presenting a ghastly sight. His skin was burnt black, with no trace of good flesh, and under continuous abrasion, white bones were exposed.
He opened his mouth, maybe screaming, maybe laughing, but he could no longer make a sound!