Extreme Divine Weapon?
Saint's Relic?
What were they talking about? "Why the hell couldn't I understand any of this?"
Le Yu stepped back a few paces and ducked into the temporary rain shelter, signaling the attending medical officer to come over for emergency treatment. Even without pain, Le Yu knew he was badly hurt, his forearms twisted out of shape, chest bruised purple, and multiple lacerations on his body. When Le Yu got blasted away earlier, his blood splattered a trail on the ground, and he lost a massive amount of blood.
The most important thing was, Le Yu felt his vision getting blurred, as if a beauty filter had been applied to the world, "everything just looked hazily beautiful"—for an average dude, this would be the time to go home, invite everyone to a "funeral feast," and find peace in the afterlife.
"Only he could survive this mess."
