In Lu Ce's eyes, everything before him had turned into slow motion. As he slightly raised his head, his severed right hand was still flying through the air.
A comfortable warmth spread through his chest, making him feel pleasantly warm. Looking down, he saw that the Misty Cloak was protecting his vital chest area, now roasted a fiery red by the little sun before him.
Beneath the trench coat, his blood seemed to have been boiled, bubbling and surging before finally turning into scarlet fuel that clung to Lu Ce's body.
Chosen of Suffering, Pain +3!
Taken together, all of this gave Lu Ce a "pleasantly warm" feeling.
It was rather comfortable.
But he knew that, in theory, he was badly injured. He couldn't possibly truly immerse himself in that "comfortable" sensation, so he quickly pulled out a bottle of basic potion and clamped it between his teeth.
Then, with a tiptoe leap and an aerial interception, he caught his flying right hand with his left and held it in his grasp.
The hand itself wasn't the main issue. What mattered was that if Hell Roar, this Epic Grade Weapon, was gone, his current combat power would really be lacking.
This Megatron truly wasn't something players at this stage could handle.
Except for Lu Ce!
Pain immunity, a body far beyond any other human's in strength, medicine, and decent enough weapons—only with all of that could he disregard the intended method of clearing this Hell Mode game and face it head-on!
In the midst of battle, he still had no idea just how shocked the outside audience was.
Looking across all players who had achieved perfect clears, the visual impact of someone at Lu Ce's level remained utterly unparalleled.
Under Lu Ce's high-speed dynamic vision, although everything seemed to