In the game.
Amid countless cheers, Lu Yang lowered his head, desperately battling the searing pain in his mind. His brainwave connection to the game helmet had dropped to only 93%. If it fell another 2%, the helmet would automatically shut down.
"Warning. It is recommended that you log out immediately and rest. Your brain is severely fatigued."
"Warning. It is recommended..."
The game helmet's alerts rang endlessly in his ears, but how could Lu Yang dare remove it now? How could he dare rest? He suddenly took a deep breath, forcing himself to ignore the pain in his head, then raised his head and looked around.
At this point, no one dared charge at him from directly ahead anymore. They all stood blankly over a hundred meters away. The enemy defense warriors on either side of him stared at him in terror, as if they had seen something invincible.
A cold smile appeared on Lu Yang's face. He was not laughing at those people, but at the people hiding in the surrounding space, waiting to ambush him. They had not dared rush in right away, likely fearing that he still had the strength to fight back. What they did not know was that the two-second pause just now had been his most critical moment.
Now, he had forcibly suppressed the pain. It was too late to ambush him now!
He deliberately revealed an opening, turned toward Three-Faced Devil, and shouted, "Prepare to attack."
Three-Faced Devil was leading his men toward Lu Yang when terror once again appeared in his eyes.
"Bos..." Before he could finish, four black shadows suddenly stuck close to Lu Yang, their daggers viciously stabbing toward his body.
Nether Strike
At the instant the four streaks of black light were about to touch Lu Yang's