ca-book Chapter 3518 Impact
Chapter 3518 Impact
"Click, click click click click...!"
A giant gate to the underworld slowly opened, revealing a crack.
The breath of death poured out from it!
The forces of hell and the undead are not completely in conflict. Under the combined power of the Eye of God, the two forces form a strange coexistence. The aura of death spreads rapidly, and together with the power of origin, it melts and corrodes outwards. The sacred domain defense circle jointly formed by all the members of the God Clan retreats rapidly!
Fang Heng's figure was already shrouded in a thick black and red mist.
Huh?
Upon closer inspection, one could vaguely see shadowy figures amidst the dense black aura of death.
It's the God of the Underworld!
Patrick's eyes flashed with seriousness, and he shouted sharply, "Retreat!"
"Boom! Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the true form of the god and demon shattered the two gates of hell on the left and right, and slammed towards the two nearest members of the god race!
"Back off!!"
Patrick's heart skipped a beat. He shouted and lunged forward, blocking the demon's true form's fist.
"boom!!!"
A burst of dark golden light suddenly erupted.
When Patrick was struck head-on by the true form of the god and demon, he immediately felt a violent force coming towards him. The holy barrier surrounding his body was instantly shattered, and his body was immediately covered with a layer of deathly gray.
Patrick was sent flying by a heavy punch.
At the same time, a dense aura of death spread outwards.
"call out!"
The phantom of the god of the underworld appeared behind the manipulated race of gods.
Soul-Slaying Blade!
Shadows flashed by.
Several dark blade-like lights suddenly appeared on Patrick's body, and at the same time, a layer of deathly gray appeared on the parts that had been cut by the Grim Reaper's scythe.
"Go away!"
Patrick roared.
The sacred domain reformed once more, and the two Death Gods were blasted away by its power, disappearing into the dark aura of death.
What a terrifying power!
Patrick noticed a deathly gray tinge appearing on the spot where he had been slashed by the Grim Reaper's scythe, and quickly dispelled it.
Looking up again, they saw two divine and demonic hands frantically chasing after the group of gods.
"boom!"
The Demon God's Fist slammed into a member of the God Clan, instantly shattering his divine domain and sending him flying.
Immediately, the hidden gods of the underworld simultaneously wielded their scythes and attacked him, the scythes carving out dark wounds that rapidly weakened his life force and divine power.
"Hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!"
Huh? What's that?
Looking up, they saw pure black chains formed from a high concentration of death aura suddenly shooting out from the Gate of the Underworld, rushing towards the injured member of the God Clan, locking him firmly in place, and then dragging him toward the Gate of the Underworld.
"boom!!"
The controlled members of the god race changed their expressions drastically. In desperation, they forcibly activated the reverse position of their hearts to transfer energy in preparation for evacuation.
The burst of blinding holy light dispelled most of the black chains that bound the gods' bodies.
However, before it could fully break free, the black chains wrapped around it again, tightly entangling the sacred pillar of light, constantly hissing and melting, frantically dissolving, corrupting, and reversing the transmitted energy.
"boom!!!"
In less than a second, under the layers of black death chains, the reverse teleportation barrier exploded with a loud bang and shattered!
A thick fog of undead filled the sky, obscuring all vision.
“Help him!”
Patrick was terrified and shouted, immediately rushing towards the members of the God Clan shrouded in black mist!
Divine glory descends!
A terrifying power poured out from Elder Patrick's heart, engulfing the elder completely.
"Bang! Bang bang!!!"
Several black death chains shot out from the black mist, crashing into Elder Patrick's holy shield and exploding. Instantly, the elder's body emitted a boiling hissing sound as he disappeared into a black mist of death.
The rest of the divine race, wary of the divine and demonic body and the black mist, could only keep their distance and continuously release holy purification to dispel the black mist.
Moments later, the black mist quickly dissipated.
Fang Heng, however, completely disappeared.
Elder Patrick, looking disheveled, supported his severely injured kinsman with one hand, and looked up in the direction Fang Heng had left, a look of fear appearing in his eyes.
"Hughes! Stop right there!"
Hughes was about to give chase, relying on the mental imprint sensor left on Fang Heng's body, when he heard Patrick's shout and clenched his fists, retreating.
He knew very well that he alone could not restrain Fang Heng.
"Elder, Fang Heng's move just now consumed a lot of energy, and he doesn't have much fighting power left. Are we really not going to pursue him?"
How could Patrick not know Fang Heng's situation?
Unfortunately, their situation isn't much better right now.
He didn't think Fang Heng would have left no backup plan.
Moreover, that guy's self-healing ability is terrifying.
They had already nearly lost one of their own kind; if they continued the pursuit, they feared the entire group would be wiped out.
He didn't want to take risks.
Being in a hellish environment, their current strength is insufficient to guarantee the killing of Fang Heng.
"Our mission is to seal Hell. Once Hell is sealed, our mission will be complete."
Patrick said this to the entire race of gods, and also to give himself a reason to comfort himself. He continued, "Once the seal on the source of hell is completed, Fang Heng's power will no longer be replenished and will gradually weaken. In the face of the overwhelming trend, no matter how much he struggles, his personal power will not play a significant role."
Is it really?
Hughes opened his mouth, feeling unwilling.
He really wanted to argue.
In theory, what the elders said was true, but Fang Heng was able to do things that defied common sense.
He had a very bad feeling.
If Fang Heng is let go this time, he will only become stronger when he sees Fang Heng again.
Perhaps next time they meet, even if it's not in a hellish environment, he still won't be a match for Fang Heng.
"Let's go back and rejoin the team."
"Yes!"
Meanwhile, in the upper levels of hell.
Fang Heng fled upwards and quickly returned through the Abe Akaya teleportation channel. Due to suppressing the surging hellish power within his body for a long time, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof".
Zain rarely saw Fang Heng in such a miserable state, so he stepped forward to help him up.
"Hey, Fang Heng, are you alright? What happened to you?"
"I'm fine, just take a rest."
Fang Heng looked at Gal, who had arrived ahead of time to prepare, and said, "Transfer all irrelevant personnel from the Seventh Vampire World. Here is a list of materials that I need to obtain as soon as possible."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Fang Heng said no more, quickly closed his eyes, calmed his chaotic sea of consciousness, and suppressed the hellish power surging within his body.
Actually, having released some of the hellish power during the battle, my body felt much better.
After a short while of adjusting my breathing, I have stabilized.
Next, Fang Heng focused his mind once again and mobilized the power of origin, trying to slowly dissolve the mark left by the God Clan in his body.
Very troublesome.
Even the primordial power dissolves the mark very slowly.
Unfortunately, there is no other way at the moment.
If the gods track them down to the game world, things will only get more complicated.
Fang Heng patiently and slowly dissolved the sacred tracking mark. (End of Chapter)