Li Xu, although often mocking himself and talking about acting skills, was definitely not acting at this moment—he was fighting desperately!
It was better to say, he was intentionally testing the limits of his own endurance!
Sweat poured down like rain; his rapid panting resembled that of a bellows in action, as his blade-like hand withdrew from a chest he had just finished probing, he felt a warm flow seep along his arm and into his body.
This faint warmth restored a bit of his strength, enough so that he didn't collapse. Instead, he used the blood-soaked altar railing to steady himself and looked towards the enemies whose courage had been chilled.
His vision was blood-red, and everything he saw was doubled. The slightest movement from Li Xu caused hundreds of enemies around him to stir as if they were not facing a man but a lethal beast.