"Ouhoho, my darling, how did such a lovely red mark appear on your back?" Lucius stopped what he was doing and began slowly circling Lin Fan. "Looks like you really are an immortal. You can take a beating, but you can still die!"
A new barrage of furious attacks descended upon him, not even leaving Lin Fan time to think. The armor was on the verge of shattering, yet he had not been reduced to powder in the blood pool thanks to the Aquila around his neck, which continuously repaired its cracks. The gaping hole in his chest was gradually healing as well.
Amid his anxiety, Lin Fan sensed that the deck beneath his feet felt wrong. Looking down, he discovered that tiny bubbles were rising from the rippling blood pool.
The moment he saw the bubbles, Lin Fan understood what he needed to do. He had to punch a hole through the deck and let all this blood obscuring his vision drain away.
He raised his foot high and stomped down hard. Though this cost him the stability of having both feet embedded in the deck and sent him flying under Lucius's whip, he also punched a massive hole through the deck into the darkness below.
Thick crimson blood flowed endlessly downward. The bleeding skull continued bleeding steadily, but Lin Fan was not content with making just one hole. While enduring Lucius's lashes, he flew around the chamber and created as many holes as he could that pierced straight through.
Before long, the blood pool that had once submerged Lin Fan past the knees had drained away, leaving only a thin layer on the floor. Lucius could no longer use his whip to strike up splashes that blocked Lin Fan's sight.
"I can see you now, lunatic."
"Ouhoho, you