Chapter 3224: Vent Out
Chapter 3224: Vent Out
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Chi, chi, chi..."
As the aura of the Black Fog rapidly spread, the Abe Akaya vines quickly extended along the layer of creep on the ground, covering the surrounding area.
"Uh... Fang Heng, are you really okay?"
Zane looked at Fang Heng with suspicion, his expression odd.
What did he mean?
Hadn’t he just said he would run?
Why did he now look like he wanted to fight to the death?
"It’s nothing serious."
Fang Heng slowly lifted his head and looked into the sky, as if his gaze could penetrate space to see the spawns fleet rapidly approaching.
Then, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I just suddenly felt that the spawns sealed you for so long while using your strength to control the remains of the God Clan. It’s a bit too much. Seeing you suffer like this, I couldn’t help but want to vent some anger and deal with the spawns."
"Ah? Vent anger? Help me?"
Zane pointed to his nose, then awkwardly said, "It’s okay. Being sealed inside isn’t so bad. There’s really no need to make a big fuss for me. Maybe if I were outside, I’d have been destroyed just like the host..."
Fang Heng reached out and patted Zane on the shoulder, "Venting anger isn’t something you decide."
Zane’s face turned bitter as he said, "Really? You’re serious? You just spent a lot of energy. The remains are very important to the spawns, and they’ll definitely come all out this time. Can you really handle it?"
"No rush, just try."
Zane swallowed nervously, thinking to himself that this wasn’t something to just "try."
One wrong move, and his life could be gone.
...
High above the planet, Wu Yi and others of the Evil Clan, who were deploying spatial defense traps, noticed the rising Black Fog on the ground and looked puzzled.
Hmm?
Weren’t they only supposed to delay the spawns a little?
From above, as tall black pillar-like structures rose below, dense Black Fog spread rapidly around the pillars.
At the same time, layers of mutant worm creep rapidly expanded across the ground.
Even the dark red vines covering the creep spread outward.
Wu Yi and the others exchanged glances.
It seemed the situation had changed.
The Evil Clan elder said in a deep voice, "Condense your focus and set up the spatial traps."
"Yes!"
The Evil Clan had a long-standing inheritance of high-level spatial science skills, so they quickly collaborated to set traps at the locations where the spawns fleet was predicted to appear, hoping to buy Fang Heng some extra time.
This was all they could do.
It took nearly fifteen minutes to complete the setup. Except for the elder, the rest of the Evil Clan were drenched in sweat, panting heavily, clearly exhausted.
"Mission complete. Let’s go!"
After a final check to ensure the spatial traps were set correctly, Wu Yi nodded lightly and led the clan members away.
By now, Fang Heng’s area was already shrouded in the aura of Black Fog.
As a spatial vortex appeared, Wu Yi stepped out of the space passage.
Hmm?
How had so many people arrived in just twenty minutes?
At this moment, the vampires’ high-ranking princes, dukes, and even the most powerful Tier 3 elders from the Elders Council had gathered in front of Fang Heng.
What did this mean? Weren’t they supposed to avoid direct conflict with the spawns and just get their gains before leaving?
Wu Yi looked at Fang Heng and asked, "Fang Heng, what’s happening?"
"Nothing. The plan changed slightly. How’s the situation with the spawns?"
"The spatial traps are set, targeting their transition system. In theory, it should delay them further. I just received a report: the spawns are expected to arrive in less than thirty minutes."
"Thanks."
Wu Yi’s gaze shifted toward the remains of the God Clan behind Fang Heng. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes. You came just in time. The blood extraction is nearly complete, and my people are almost ready. We might as well start now."
The expressions of the Evil Clan behind Wu Yi changed slightly.
Start? What start?
Fang Heng reached toward Wu Yi and said, "Potion."
"I don’t know what happened, but I need to remind you again."
Wu Yi tossed a bottle containing blue pills toward Fang Heng, "This secret potion can fill your mental strength to its limit or even temporarily surpass it and forcibly remove backlash. However, after its effect wears off, your mental strength will drop to one-tenth for the next month, and no other enhancing mental potions will have any positive effect."
"Understood."
Fang Heng took the bottle, opened it, and swallowed the pills in one gulp.
The pills dissolved inside him, and a burning pain spread quickly throughout his body.
His sea of consciousness was stimulated and instantly filled, releasing a terrifying surge of mental strength.
The explosion of mental strength immediately dispelled the backlash left from his previous use of the Everlasting Moon skill.
It even gave him the illusion that his mental strength was infinite, constantly surging from his consciousness.
The burning pain, however, persisted.
It seemed this pain was a necessary element for activating his mental strength.
Fang Heng lifted his head and raised his hand. The 54 Blood Holy Cups filled with God Clan blood in his backpack slowly levitated into midair.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
The Holy Cups simultaneously shattered.
A strong stench of blood, along with the powerful ripple of blood energy, surged outward.
The kneeling vampires raised their heads to look at the blood in midair, their eyes filled with shock.
As vampires, they could clearly sense the tremendous power contained in the blood.
The blood contained immense strength, enough to evoke fear.
"Whoosh!!!"
Fang Heng activated his mental strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The blood formed a mass in midair, violently rolling, with occasional muffled explosions from within. A continuous layer of blue-gray smoke floated above the blood.
Purified!
Using his mental strength, he directly dispelled the negative aura and backlash effects within the blood.
Wu Yi, observing Fang Heng, nodded silently.
Fang Heng had demonstrated a similar procedure before, but this time, the amount of blood to purify had increased by thousands of times.
Why the rush?
Even using a highly taxing mental potion, he needed to purify the blood immediately.
The process continued for five full minutes.
Even under the potion’s effect, Fang Heng felt mentally weak, and his sea of consciousness seemed on the verge of collapse.
Almost done!
The God Clan blood had not yet reached its purification limit, but the internal backlash had been completely removed, leaving only minor impurities that posed no real problem.