Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng kept a distance and sensed that Proust's power was increasing at an alarming rate!

What is that?

His main body!?

"Whoosh!!!"

As Proust darted forward, he created a shallow pit in the ground!

His speed was too fast to be captured by the eyes!

Not good!

How can his attribute strength increase so explosively!?

Fang Heng sensed an extreme threat from Proust.

Ultimate move!

Only an ultimate move can save the situation!

Fang Heng formed a mark with both hands in front of him.

The next moment, Fang Heng's retina was covered by a game prompt.

[Hint: Player used skill - Eternal Moon].

[Hint: Detecting that the player is currently in the highest sequence game world...]

[Hint: Merging the current world, the player's skill form has changed, merging in progress...]

[Hint: Detecting the player's current state - Necromancy (Blood) state, skill merging in progress...]

[Hint: Detecting the player's current domain skill - Eternal Tree Realm, skill merging in progress...]

[Hint: The player and teammates have entered the reincarnation state].

[Hint: Player merges with special domain: Blood World, player obtains special summoning creature - Blood-Sucking Demon Tree].

While rushing forward at high speed, Proust suddenly vaguely saw a bright white moon emerging behind Fang Heng.

Huh?

What is that?

The next moment, the moonlight began to spread gradually, and everything in front of him was gradually filled with a scarlet color!

"Chirp! Chirp chirp!!!"

Under the blood-colored dyeing, the surrounding trees grew rapidly in an instant, and were also stained with blood!

The blood tide almost instantly submerged everything!

Like a tide!

Proust could no longer see clearly, or even perceive anything else, only a weird and bloody red in his perception.

He felt that his life was about to be submerged in the sea of blood, and even merge with the sea of blood!

"A mere illusion! Break it for me!!"

Proust roared suddenly, and punched forward, instantly creating a sonic boom!

"Bang!!!"

"Bang! Bang bang!!!"

Proust punched continuously!

At this time, the eyes of the necromancy mentors in the high sky were filled with horror.

From their high-altitude perspective, the bottom had fallen into a sea of blood!

Proust was completely annihilated in the sea of blood.

However, Proust's roar and constant explosions could be heard in the sea of blood.

Feeling the terrifying aura escaping from the sea of blood, the mentors looked at each other.

Fang Heng!

When did his strength reach this level?

As time passed, the sea of blood below gradually calmed down.

The power of the domain dissipated, and the sea of blood melted into the air like a receding tide.

The mentors looked down again.

Fang Heng!

He's there!

The tide of blood receded rapidly along with the surrounding Eternal Tree Realm domain.

Fang Heng stood in place, his face a little pale, still standing, using his last bit of strength to stay awake, looking at the front.

He had tried his best to maintain the operation of the domain skill until his mental strength reached its limit.

Proust!

Until the last second, he stubbornly locked on to Proust's perception and it did not disappear!

That guy!

He's not dead yet!

Fang Heng looked up not far away.

At this time, only a white skeleton remained of Proust.

But on closer inspection, there were still tiny red thread-like worms attached to the skeleton!

These strange worms were slowly reassembling.

Tenacious vitality!

Proust also stared at Fang Heng, seeing that Fang Heng had lost his ability to fight, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, panting, he said, "Hehe, interesting guy, but this time, I still win..."

As Proust spoke, he slowly raised his hand and pointed his finger at Fang Heng.

Whoosh!!

At the moment of crisis, a figure jumped down from a high place and stood in front of Fang Heng.

A white light flashed!

The bone-made Zanbato slashed forward.

"Bang!"

The remaining red nematodes were shattered by a sword!

The necromancy mentor looked back at Fang Heng and saw that Fang Heng had lost consciousness and swayed and fell.

"Take him away!"

The necromancy mentor glanced at Fang Heng, then looked back at Proust, his eyes filled with extreme vigilance.

"Damn it, the people of necromancy...interfering in our clan's affairs..."

Proust said, staggering and falling down.

Including Georgie, a group of necromancy council mentors jumped down from the backs of the high-altitude bone dragons, gathered around Fang Heng, and looked at the fallen Proust vigilantly.

"Is he dead?"

"No, not yet, his will is still there."

Another necromancy mentor stared at the skeleton and added, "And the will has not dissipated at all."

On closer inspection, tiny worms slowly climbed onto the skeleton, slowly wriggling and mutating, slowly growing.

The mentors looked at each other, and a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Even after receiving such a powerful attack, he could still slowly heal himself!

"Take advantage of now and completely solve him!"

Just as everyone was about to act, Georgie suddenly noticed something, his heart jumped, and he stretched out his hand to stop the necromancy council mentors who wanted to step forward.

"Wait!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

In front, a shadow quickly approached, gradually approaching in a strange space jump form.

Humans?

Or a woman?

Everyone looked up at Mu Qingxin, and surprise appeared in their eyes unanimously.

The realm of the dead!

Humans!

They saw it today! And two of them!

This shows that someone has explored the realm of the dead earlier than their necromancy council!

Mu Qingxin jumped to Proust, squatted down, gently pressed on the skeleton, checked Proust's state, and then looked up at the necromancy council, "This is our clan's infighting, you shouldn't have interfered."

"What infighting? I don't understand what you are saying, are you his companion? Who are you?"

"Forget it, you go."

Mu Qingxin glanced at the fallen Fang Heng again, more like muttering to herself, "The strength of both sides has not yet advanced to the peak, he is only in the initial stage, and has not even fully merged, it is indeed a bit early to start the final battle now, winning is not martial..."

A necromancy mentor saw that Mu Qingxin wanted to leave, and stepped forward half a step, blocking her and said: "Hey! Woman! Stop! Answer the question!"

"Whoosh!"

Mu Qingxin didn't mean to answer, just stood up and flicked her right hand forward gently.

Proust's skeleton was thrown backwards by her flick, and accurately fell into the River of Styx, making a 'plop' sound.