"Ghhh... ghhh... ghhh..."
Zhang Jiancheng's body, as if controlled by an invisible force, trembled more and more violently.
His hands clamped tightly onto his own face, fingertips digging deep into his skin as he tried to break free from the cage that bound his sanity.
His body bent into a bow, back arched and legs trembling weakly. His entire posture was twisted and agonized, like a large shrimp thrashing about as it's boiled alive in scalding water.
As the "ah" sound from his mouth twisted into a low, hoarse gurgle, a sense of foreboding filled the air.
The sound was like a wail from the abyss, filled with helplessness and despair.
Zhang Jiancheng's throat was being strangled by an invisible hand. Every breath was a pained gasp, as if some force was frantically crushing and tearing his throat from the inside.
The reflection in his bloodshot eyes was no longer one of fear, but of utter madness and a grim determination for self-destruction.
