Chapter 3517: The Impact
Chapter 3517: The Impact
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"Ka, ka ka ka ka ka...!"
The giant Netherworld Gate slowly opened a rift.
The breath of Death poured out from it!
The forces of hell and the undead were not in complete conflict; under the fusion power of the God’s Eye, they formed a strange coexistence. The aura of death spread rapidly, combining with the Origin Power to corrode and dissolve the periphery.
The sacred domain defense circle, jointly condensed by the God Clan, rapidly retreated!
Fang Heng’s figure was already hidden within the dense red-black fog.
Huh?
Looking closely, within the dense black aura of death, faint shadows could be seen.
They were the Gods of the Underworld!
Patrick’s eyes showed a serious expression as he shouted sharply, "Retreat first!"
"Boom! Boom boom!!!"
Just as the words fell, the true fists of the God Demon broke through the two Hell Gates on the left and right, rushing toward the two nearest members of the God Clan with a boom!
"Fall back!!"
Patrick’s heart skipped a beat. He shouted, forcibly rushing forward to block the God Demon’s fist.
"Boom!!!"
Dark-golden light exploded.
Receiving the God Demon’s true fist head-on, Patrick immediately felt a berserk power surge. The holy barrier around him was instantly shattered, and a layer of dead ash color quickly attached to his body.
Patrick was slammed heavily and thrown far away.
At the same time, the dense breath of Death spread outward.
"Whoosh!"
A phantom of the God of the Underworld appeared behind the controlled God Clan member.
Soul blades sliced through the air.
Patrick’s body immediately showed several dark blade auras, and the areas slashed by the Death God’s scythe turned pale gray.
"Get away!"
Patrick shouted fiercely.
The sacred domain condensed once again, and two Death Gods were blasted away by the domain’s power, disappearing into the gray aura of death.
Such a terrifying power!
Patrick noticed the pale gray color where the Death God’s scythe had slashed and quickly dispelled it.
Looking up again, two God Demon hands were furiously chasing after the God Clan members.
"Boom!"
The God Demon’s fist struck heavily at a God Clan member, instantly shattering their outer sacred domain and blasting the person away.
Hidden Gods of the Underworld immediately appeared from the shadows, wielding Death God scythes, attacking. The scythes carved dark wounds, rapidly weakening vitality and holy power.
"Chi chi chi chi!!!"
Huh? What was that?
Looking up, pure black chains formed from a highly concentrated aura of death suddenly shot out from the Netherworld Gate, locking down the injured God Clan member tightly and dragging them toward the gate.
"Boom!!"
The controlled God Clan member’s face changed drastically. In desperation, they forcibly activated reverse teleportation energy at their heart to prepare to retreat.
The blinding holy light bursting out dispersed most of the black chains wrapped around the person.
However, before fully escaping, the black chains wrapped tightly again around the holy light pillar, emitting sizzling sounds as they crazily dissolved and corrupted the reverse teleportation energy.
"Bang!!!"
Within barely a second, under the entanglement of the black death chains, the reverse teleportation barrier exploded loudly and shattered!
A vast black fog of undead blocked the sight.
"Help him!"
Patrick shouted in alarm and immediately rushed toward the God Clan member shrouded in black fog.
God’s Descent!
A terrifying power poured from Elder Patrick’s heart, enveloping his whole body.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!!!"
Several black death chains stabbed out from the black fog, striking Patrick’s holy shield and exploding.
Instantly, boiling, sizzling sounds emitted from Patrick’s body as he was immersed in a sea of death black fog.
The rest of the God Clan feared the God Demon’s body and the black fog, keeping distance while continuously releasing holy purification to disperse the black fog.
After a short while, the black fog retreated quickly.
Fang Heng, however, had completely disappeared.
Elder Patrick looked disheveled, supporting a heavily injured clanmate, then looked toward Fang Heng’s departing direction with fear in his eyes.
"Xius! Stop!"
Xius, sensing Fang Heng’s spirit imprint left behind, was about to pursue but stopped upon hearing Patrick’s command, clenching his fists and retreating.
He knew clearly that alone, he could not restrain Fang Heng.
"Elder, Fang Heng just used a lot of energy and now has little combat strength left. Are we really not going after him?"
Patrick knew Fang Heng’s condition well.
Yet their own situation was not much better.
He did not think Fang Heng had left any backup plans.
Moreover, Fang Heng’s self-healing ability was terrifying.
They had already nearly lost a clanmate; if they pursued further, the whole team might be wiped out.
He was unwilling to take such a risk.
In the hell environment, with their current power, they could not guarantee killing Fang Heng.
"This mission is to seal hell. Once hell is sealed, our mission is complete."
Patrick’s words were meant for the God Clan and also as consolation for himself. He continued, "As long as the Source of Hell is sealed, Fang Heng’s power will no longer be replenished and will slowly weaken. In the face of the greater force, no matter how much he struggles, his personal power will be ineffective."
Is that really true?
Xius opened his mouth but could not speak, feeling unwilling.
He wanted to object.
In theory, what the elder said was true, but Fang Heng was capable of defying logic.
He had a very bad premonition.
Letting Fang Heng go this time, the next time they met, Fang Heng would only be stronger.
Perhaps next time, even outside the hell environment, Fang Heng would no longer be a match.
"Let’s go, regroup with the team."
"Yes!"
Meanwhile, in the upper hell.
Fang Heng fled upward, quickly passing through Abe Akaya’s teleportation passage.
Due to long suppression of the surging hell power inside him, he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
Zane rarely saw Fang Heng so miserable and stepped forward to support him.
"Hey, Fang Heng, are you okay? Why do you look like this?"
"I’m fine, just need some rest."
Fang Heng looked at Carl, who had arrived early to prepare, and said, "Teleport all unrelated personnel from the Seventh Vampire Bloodline World. There’s a list of materials I need to acquire as soon as possible—the faster the better."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Fang Heng said no more, quickly closed his eyes to calm his chaotic sea of consciousness, and suppressed the surging hell power within.
Actually, releasing part of the hell power during the battle made his body feel much better.
After a short moment of adjustment, he stabilized.
Then Fang Heng condensed his divine power again to slowly dissolve the imprint left by the God Clan within him.
It was troublesome.
Even the Origin Power dissolved the imprint very slowly.
Unfortunately, there was no other way.
If the God Clan tracked him into the game world, things would become even more troublesome.
Fang Heng patiently and bit by bit dissolved the divine tracking imprint.