Lost, Yet Still the Final Performance

Xie Antong swayed, but just as she was about to fall, a chill rose directly from the soles of her feet and rushed to her brain, jolting her awake.

Her body shuddered as Xie Antong abruptly stepped back, instinctively on guard as she looked at Lu Ce across from her.

She had experienced that terrifying sense of crisis before. It was a feeling she would never forget for the rest of her life—possession!

For that instant just now, Lu Ce had nearly seized her consciousness and controlled her directly.

Moreover, because she had been unguarded against Lu Ce, the only reason she had ultimately awakened was because he had shown mercy!

"You..."

Xie Antong looked at that half-pink face with great hesitation. She felt that the half of his face before her was no longer Lu Ce at all.

That was not a face. It was simply a mass of pink flesh twisting and churning together, looking exceptionally disgusting...

What had he gone through just now?

That aura seemed to have reached the level of a god, hadn't it? At the very least, it was absolutely at the same level as Judgment.

Right now, it seemed that she was the only one present who could still be called human...

"They're here! Is that Sin? How did his face turn out like that?"

"That's so scary! That half of his face looks like he has some terminal illness. How did it end up like this?!"

"Every time the strongest player appears, he seems to be in a completely different state. His current state doesn't seem any weaker than the gods beside him!"

"..."

From the stands at the side, which seemed capable of holding hundreds of millions of spectators, a tidal wave of sound crashed toward the center. After Lu Ce's