LUO YAN's body folded backward like a snapped ruler, spine arching impossibly as the searing beam passed mere inches above his chest. He couldn't help feeling relieved that this was a game. His real body would never bend this way without snapping something. Thankfully, avatars didn't care about physics—they could pull off any move as long as the player had the imagination to think of it.
The heat scorched his clothes but missed him. The second it cleared, he lunged for his discarded cloak, yanking it free from the arrow pinning it. The fabric swirled around him just as he kicked off the ground, sprinting straight toward the source of every attack.
