Basement.
Lynn wore the Blood Demon's Cloak, firmly clutching his continually bleeding chest as he gritted his teeth and pulled out the Razor, fiercely slashing at his own legs.
He panted violently, heavy beads of sweat constantly welling up on his forehead.
He had been too overconfident!
He really had been far too overconfident!
When facing a monster of this level, he should have known! They possessed all sorts of methods to detect his location!
Experience!
His combat experience and crisis-response experience were still far too lacking!
And if he hadn't put on the Blood Demon's Cloak at that final critical moment, he probably wouldn't have survived that instant.
[Blood Demon's Cloak]
[Quality]: Rare
[Feature]: Can conceal one's aura upon use and penetrate solid entities like a phantom.
[Description]: Formless and substance-less evil spirits always become the fear in the depths of people's hearts, so the monsters of the Abyss crafted this cloak, allowing you to become like an evil spirit, formless and substance-less, but be careful-once you put it on, you also lose all offensive capabilities.
Lynn gritted his teeth, clutching his chest, his gaze locked firmly onto the basement door.
These past few days have been far too comfortable; I really forgot what kind of world I actually live in. You genuinely never know when you might die...
He forcefully spat out a mouthful of saliva stained with blood and visceral flesh pulp.
Without a second word.
He took out the Flesh Regeneration Potion, pouring it over his severed legs and pierced chest cavity.
Grinding his teeth, he twisted his neck with a cracking sound, and said:
"As expected, high constitution still plays a role at a critical moment. But I really have to thank my teacher; if I hadn't undergone that surgery back then, I'd probably be