Great Tang: My Campaign Against Wa

Li Jifan's head felt heavy.

Alcohol churned through his veins.

Only the elongated lights and shadows of the streetlamps swayed before his eyes.

A dazzling white light suddenly flared.

The shrill screech of brakes tore through the night.

A deafening crash of twisting metal followed.

His body lurched forward.

A sensation of weightlessness swallowed him whole.

The world became a chaotic blur of colors and sounds.

He felt himself swept into some invisible torrent.

Time?

Space?