The cut looks pretty clean. Can they reattach it?
Long Qi stared dazedly at the severed forearm flying through the air, the one that had belonged to him.
He was remarkably slow to react to everything happening around him. It was his arm that had been severed; from now on, he could probably count himself among the "disabled." Yet his next reaction was:
Finally, I'm free!
The marrow-devouring agony of having all his blood brought to a boil and forcibly sucked out of him was gone!
He felt weightless, even refreshed, as though he might ride away on the wind.
Only then did a relatively clear, and rather absurd, thought emerge:
Was that my left hand or my right? Right, it was my right... fuck, I'm right-handed!
The spinning sensation faded, and Long Qi's awareness of his surroundings rapidly returned.
The stimulation was simply too intense.
The vibrating shrieks around him grew ever fiercer, grating on his ears, their aftershocks scraping his face like knives. Meanwhile, lines of bullet screen comments flashed across his retinal display at breakneck speed. That erupting torrent of emotion perfectly suited the utterly out-of-control scene. Without moderation or filtering, it was genuinely unreadable.
Overwhelmed by the stimulation, Long Qi's head began to ache again. Only now did the pain and weakness from his severed arm creep over him.
He barely managed to stretch his legs, like a dying man's final twitch, and bumped into the Mountain Lord, who was just as weak and apparently in even worse shape.
Long Qi had only lost an arm, and his wound had somehow been sealed, so he had not lost too much blood. But the Mountain Lord... in just this short time, the dark red blood spilling out of him had nearly reached the back of Long Qi's