This is just an ordinary gun, a spare gun that top players always have in their backpacks. Lv Shu never thought he would use the gun at a time like this—to help him stay awake.
Amidst intense pain, he barely reclaimed his soul through the ebb and flow.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
It feels like plunging into an abyss of endless darkness, no matter how much he struggles, he can't see a glimmer of light.
Instinctively, he kept firing the gun.
Don't die.
Don't die, don't die, don't die.
The temperature of his body surface dropped, but quickly rose again. His senses faded, but swiftly intensified. He fired the gun at himself time and again, his divinity rapidly repairing his body, while the sharp pain helped him resist the erosion of divinity.
Finally, the never-ending laughter by his ear vanished.
This was good, it meant he was temporarily free from the erosion of divinity, far away from the illusion.
—Replaced by his own laughter.
"Ha ah ah ah, ah ha ha, ha ha ha ha—"
