Li Pan broke into a sweat.
It's a pity not to have fired the last shot, but there's no way he'd die.
After all, even without various hacks, he retained the memories and knowledge from his time as a Whisperer, and the battle experience of eight hundred years as a Divine Monarch. There was also the fifth-level military armor-piercing blade made from the fragments of the Battleship Cleaver, now only used for killing fish. Fighting such a Ghost thing was more than enough; honestly, he even felt a bit like he was bullying.
"Buzz buzz!" "Aow awo!"
Opponents in Underground Fighting don't play any flashback cleansing scenarios with you. This kind of guy who has his left hand replaced with a chainsaw and his right hand replaced with a flamethrower, looking so patched together that even the pipes can't be straightened, has clearly lost his humanity. Eyes reddened, mouth opened wide, spider legs launched, slamming over like a mass of flesh, chainsaw buzzing, swinging to smash people.
