Lightning Tribulation True Fire raged within Fan Lang's body, damaging his flesh, bones, and five viscera and six bowels. He felt agonizing pain throughout his body as bright red numbers flashed across the scrolling system interface in his mind, a horrifying sight.
-525776!
-577423!
-499631!
Every hit was a devastating blow. Even a Mystic God would struggle to endure it, let alone a Mystic Saint.
If Fan Lang had not possessed all sorts of cheats, absurdly high health, and absurdly powerful recovery abilities, he would never have been able to withstand it.
And this was only the beginning. As the refinement continued, Lightning Tribulation True Fire would grow increasingly violent, and the damage it inflicted would become ever more terrifying.
Fan Lang endured the attacks without daring to relax in the slightest.
At this moment, he had to divide his attention three ways.
First, he had to continue refining the Lightning Tribulation True Fire.
Second, he had to heal himself, or the Lightning Tribulation True Fire would kill him.
Third, he had to secretly cheat and change the refinement success rate to its maximum value.
Refining Lightning Tribulation True Fire triggered a success-rate value. Fan Lang's current success rate was less than one in ten thousand!
Only by personally beginning the refinement could he trigger that value and modify it.
He had to alter that value in the shortest possible time, or he was doomed. How could a one-in-ten-thousand chance possibly succeed?
This refinement was a gamble either way!
Boom!
Lightning Tribulation True Fire erupted again. Streaks of red lightning spread for tens of thousands of feet, striking Fan Lang one after another with nowhere for him to evade.
"It really hurts."
Fan Lang gritted his teeth and held on.
The lightning streaks of Lightning Tribulation True Fire formed a