"Shh..."
A sound like the ear-splitting sizzle of a slab of fatty meat tossed into a scorching pan rang out in Lu Xin's mind.
His head felt slightly dizzy, as if something were repairing itself.
At the same time, Lu Xin saw the spears and swords that had pierced through his body, along with the half of a great guillotine blade that had sliced up from his shoulder and nearly cleaved him in two, all rapidly vanishing.
They gradually crumbled into shattered mental radiation and dispersed into the surroundings.
At the same time, his wounds disappeared.
This was an injury at the level of cognition: once he perceived himself as injured, the injury would appear.
But human cognition had an automatic correction function. It would make one realize that certain perceptions were mistaken and see reality.
Thus, as his cognition corrected itself, the injuries also vanished.
There were no longer any terrifying wounds piercing through his body, only a few gashes where mental power had sliced through his flesh.
Nothing serious.
But still.
He had clearly blocked the other party's attack, so why had the Kid behind him stopped moving?
Lu Xin was somewhat puzzled.
He was about to turn around and remind her whether she had forgotten her job.
But when he turned his head, Lu Xin was startled. He saw a Kid unlike any he had ever seen before.
The Kid's porcelain-like little face was flushed bright red.
Her eyes glittered, and tears welled up in them.
"What's wrong...?"
Lu Xin had yet to react, but he asked with some concern.
The Kid did not answer. She merely glared angrily ahead.
With a whoosh, fierce winds instantly swept through the surroundings.
A mental turbulence of immense intensity erupted in an instant, carrying the explosive force of gunpowder catching