Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

“Chi! Chi chi chi!!!”

The red worm lifeform spread along Fang Heng's right hand, tearing and biting rapidly upon contact!

Almost instantly, Fang Heng's right hand was rapidly devoured by the red worms!

His entire hand was swallowed clean in the blink of an eye!

What the hell is that thing!

Fang Heng's heart leaped, and he quickly retreated, putting a large distance between himself and Proust, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

Who is that guy?

He clearly looks severely injured, yet he still has such terrifying combat power.

“Fang Heng!”

Seeing Fang Heng injured, the mentors were shocked.

However, the next moment, Fang Heng's bitten-off right hand rapidly regrew.

Fortunately, Fang Heng possessed some kind of powerful self-healing ability.

Proust looked at Fang Heng, a playful expression on his face.

“Everyone, I've found some clues about the advancement of Divine-level Necromancy. We'll discuss it in detail after we return. You guys go first, I have a way to hold him off for a while.”

The mentors looked at each other, then all looked at Georgie.

“Fang Heng, be careful, he's very strong.”

Georgie raised his hand, signaling the injured Necromancy mentors to quickly jump onto the bone dragon's back and retreat.

“You guys go first, we'll stay here to support Fang Heng.”

The Necromancy mentors all stood on the backs of the undead bone dragons high in the sky.

Even if Fang Heng possessed space-type abilities, making it easier for him to escape than ordinary people, it was still somewhat unstable. If something unexpected happened to Fang Heng, they would still have a way to support him.

Proust kept his eyes on Fang Heng.

The Necromancy Council guys had caused him quite a bit of trouble. He didn't want to let them leave so easily, but seeing Fang Heng, Proust changed his mind.

Compared to this group of people, killing Fang Heng was obviously more important.

“Hehehehe…”

Proust took a short breath to adjust his state, his injured body also recovering extremely quickly.

Fang Heng flew close to Proust, swinging the Queen's Scepter in his hand fiercely forward!

Bang!!

Proust's body dispersed into countless tiny filaments upon impact with the scepter, absorbing all the impact.

“Hehe! How many times have I said, this move is useless!”

Fang Heng's attack was simultaneously infused with Netherflame Scorch and Soul Freeze effects.

However, having lost the Queen's power, both abilities were greatly weakened, making them almost ineffective against Proust.

Only the Netherflame that made contact could cause a slight amount of damage.

Proust's right hand quickly condensed into countless dense red thread-like worms, forming a rapidly rotating cone that pierced towards Fang Heng's heart.

Shu!!!

The surrounding dense aura of death gathered, condensing into a solid black shield in front of Fang Heng!

“Dong!”

Fang Heng's pupils suddenly shrank.

The spike actually penetrated the black mist formed by the aura of death with extreme ease!

How did he do that!?

“Chi!!!”

Proust attacked again!

High in the sky, Georgie stood on the bone dragon's back, watching the battle below, his face solemn.

Fang Heng's strength had improved again after comprehending the power of the River of the Underworld.

Not only in terms of his main body's various attributes, but even more so in his control over the energy of the Death Realm!

Fang Heng was now immune to any negative effects of the Death Realm, and could even be greatly enhanced.

But unfortunately, his ability to control the aura of the Death Realm was completely ineffective against Proust!

After trying a few attacks, Fang Heng began to dodge the opponent's attacks with high-speed movement.

He not only had to deal with Proust, but even more multi-threaded worm-like disasters surged out of the River of the Underworld, chasing after him quickly, giving him no chance at all.

Not good!

Seeing Proust rapidly approaching from the right, his mutated arms could even extend far beyond his body, darting forward like venomous snakes!!

In the next instant, Fang Heng stepped into the secondary space projection again.

“Chi!!!”

However, Proust's probing red right arm, like a venomous snake, chased into the secondary space projection, directly tearing off a large chunk of flesh from Fang Heng's body!

Shu!!

Proust's backhand threw a heavy punch towards Fang Heng's face, blasting Fang Heng out of the secondary space projection with a bang!

“Hehe!”

Proust looked at Fang Heng, who was sent flying out of the secondary space projection, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, and quickly chased after him.

“Fang Heng, you're not the only one who understands the power of space. Let's see how you run this time!”

Eh?

Suddenly, Proust's heart stirred.

A rapidly spinning magic array suddenly appeared under Fang Heng's feet, who was being knocked backward!

Along with the flow of a natural aura, dense vines burst out from the revolving magic array!

“Bang! Bang bang!!!!!”

The rapidly growing and clinging vines densely covered Proust's vision.

Is that all?

Proust didn't slow down at all, his perception locking onto Fang Heng firmly, relying on his physical strength to smash through layers of vine barriers in front of him.

I've got you! Fang Heng!

Shu!

Proust raised his right arm, about to throw another punch, when he suddenly noticed in surprise that Fang Heng's speed had a burst-like increase in an instant!

Before his punch was about to hit, Fang Heng easily dodged this punch, even pulling away a great distance.

Chronos- Slow.

After retreating a great distance, Fang Heng stared at Proust intently, his heart pounding.

Proust's strength was terrifying.

Close combat attacks could devour flesh, and even absorb some of his attributes after the attack.

If he continued to entangle, he would only gradually fall into the opponent's trap.

It seemed that he could only use a big move.

Run if it doesn't work.

The Eternal Tree Realm gave Fang Heng a chance to pull away and think about how to deal with Proust.

“Hahahaha! Fang Heng! Interesting! I didn't expect you to have so many abilities. Tell me who your mentor is…” Proust looked at Fang Heng, who didn't answer, and couldn't help but show a cold smile, “What? Don't want to say? Then die!”