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Pfft!
The Celestial Race player spat out a mouthful of blood.
Amid the chain of massive explosions, he had used countless methods.
False Life, all kinds of magical, physical, and equipment-based defenses.
Various life replenishments, health restoration, instant-death immunity, the Eight Seconds Self-Rescue Effect After Death.
It could be said that the Celestial Race player had used every method he could think of.
Yet in the end, he was still severely injured by the explosions.
If he had not activated the Eight Seconds Self-Rescue Effect After Death at the very last moment,
allowing himself to move on his own for eight seconds after being killed, he might already have died from that attack.
Even so, the Celestial Race player was now severely injured, lying on the ground without even the strength to crawl.
If not for his cloak's protection, his body might have already been turned into minced meat.
The firearms, Long Spears, and similar weapons in his hands had been blasted straight into fragments.
After spitting out blood, the Celestial Race player did not notice that blue-and-white flowers had begun appearing across the still-smoking ground.
At that moment, he was desperately rummaging through his pockets, hoping to find another life potion he could drink.
"How is he still alive? Has my Nuclear Bomb Machine Gun gotten weaker?
I should've used the Black Feather Arrow from the start."
Just then, Gu Xi's voice rang out nearby.
He had only come over to take a look after the Nuclear Katyusha bombardment ended and he received no notification that the Celestial Race player had been killed.
Gu Xi had great faith in the power of his Nuclear Katyusha.
Normally, a single barrage from the Nuclear Katyusha could destroy