Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game Chapter 2709 Interfering

Chapter 2709  Interfering

Fang Heng was distantly separated by a large gap, but he could perceive that Proust's strength had risen at a terrifying speed once again!

What was that?

His main body?!

"Whoosh!!!"

As Proust darted forward, he left a shallow pit in the ground with his foot!

His speed had reached a level that the eyes could no longer capture!

This was bad!

How could his attributes still experience such an explosive surge?!

Fang Heng sensed an immense threat from Proust.

It was his ultimate move!

Only an ultimate move could turn the tide of battle!

Fang Heng's hands came together in front of him, forming a seal.

In the next moment, his retina was covered with a series of game prompts.

[Hint: The player has used skill-Everlasting Moon.]

[Hint: Detected that the player is currently in the highest-level game world...]

[Hint: Fusion with the current world detected, player's skill form is changing, fusion in progress...]

[Hint: Detected that the player is currently in necromancy (blood) state, skill fusion in progress...]

[Hint: Detected that the player's domain skill-Eternal Tree Realm, skill fusion in progress...]

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

[Hint: The player has fused with a special domain: Blood World, gaining a special summoned creature-Blood Draw Demon Tree.]

As Proust sprinted forward at high speed, he suddenly saw a faint, radiant white moon appear behind Fang Heng.

Huh?

What was that?

In the next moment, the moonlight began to gradually spread, and everything before them was slowly filled with a crimson blood color!

"Chi! Chi chi!!!"

Under the blood-red tint, the trees around them began to grow rapidly in an instant, also becoming soaked in the same blood color!

The blood tide quickly submerged everything in its path!

Like a tidal wave!

Proust could no longer see or even perceive anything else. His perception was filled only with the eerie, blood-scented red.

He felt his life was about to be drowned in the sea of blood, even merging with it!

"A mere illusion! Break for me!!"

Proust shouted loudly, throwing a punch forward, instantly creating a booming sound!

"Bang!!!"

The sea of blood was not an illusion!

Proust was astonished to discover that after his punch, the blood sea was forcefully torn open, creating a swirling vortex!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"

Proust punched repeatedly!

At this moment, the undead instructors in the sky all showed expressions of shock.

From their high vantage point, they saw the ground below had sunk into a sea of blood!

Proust was being utterly consumed by the sea of blood.

Yet, amidst the blood sea, Proust's enraged roars and the constant booming sounds could still be heard.

Sensing the terrifying aura emanating from the blood sea, the instructors looked at each other.

Fang Heng!

When did his strength reach this level?

As time pa.s.sed second by second, the blood sea below gradually calmed.

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

The instructors looked down again.

Fang Heng!

There he was!

The tide of the blood sea quickly faded along with the surrounding Eternal Tree Realm domain.

Fang Heng stood in place, his face somewhat pale. He still maintained his standing posture, using his last ounce of strength to stay conscious, staring ahead.

He had exhausted all his effort to sustain the operation of the domain skill until his mental strength reached its limit.

Proust!

Until the very last second, he had locked onto Proust's perception, which had not vanished!

That guy!

He was still alive!

Fang Heng lifted his head and looked into the distance.

At this moment, Proust was nothing but a white skeleton.

But upon closer inspection, there were still small red worm-like bodies clinging to the bones!

These strange worm bodies were slowly beginning to gather once more.

Such tenacious vitality!

Proust glared at Fang Heng, seeing that Fang Heng had lost his combat ability. A cold smirk appeared on his lips as he panted, saying, "Heh, interesting guy. But this time, I'm the one who wins..."

Proust slowly raised his hand and pointed his finger at Fang Heng.

Whoosh!!

In the next moment, the remaining worm bodies clinging to the skeleton rushed towards Fang Heng.

"Bang!!!"

At the moment of crisis, a figure leaped down from above and blocked in front of Fang Heng.

A flash of white light!

A bone-made sword slashed forward.

"Bang!!!"

The remaining red worm bodies were shattered by the blow!

The undead instructor turned and looked at Fang Heng, seeing that he had lost consciousness and was staggering as he collapsed.

"Take him away!"

The undead instructor glanced at Fang Heng once more, then turned back to look at Proust, his eyes filled with extreme vigilance.

"D*mn it, the undead... meddling in matters of our kind..."

Proust muttered, swaying and falling to the ground.

Including Georgi, the group of undead council instructors leaped down from the back of a bone dragon in the sky, gathering around Fang Heng, cautiously watching the fallen Proust.

"Is he dead?"

"No, not yet. His will is still intact."

Another necromancy instructor stared at the skeleton and added, "And his will hasn't shown any signs of dissipating."

Upon closer inspection, small worm bodies slowly crawled up the bones, squirming and mutating as they slowly grew.

The instructors exchanged looks, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Despite suffering such a powerful attack, it was still able to slowly regenerate!

"Now's our chance, let's finish him off!"

As everyone was about to act, Georgi suddenly noticed something, his heart skipped a beat. He quickly reached out to stop the undead council instructors from advancing.

"Wait!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Ahead, a shadow rapidly approached, using an eerie form of spatial jumping.

A human?

A woman?

The group looked up at Mu Qingxin, their eyes filled with surprise.

The death realm!

A human!

They had seen one today! And now there were two of them!

This meant that someone had already explored the death realm before the undead council!

Mu Qingxin leapt in front of Proust, crouched down, and gently pressed her hand on his skeleton to check his condition. She then lifted her head, glanced at the undead council members, and said, "This is an internal dispute within our clan. You shouldn't have interfered."

"What internal dispute? I don't understand what you're saying. Are you his companion? Who are you really?"

"Forget it, you can leave now."

Mu Qingxin glanced at the fallen Fang Heng, almost as if muttering to herself.

"Neither side has reached the peak of their power yet. He's still in the early stages and hasn't even fully fused. It's a bit early to begin the final battle. This victory isn't earned..."

A necromancy instructor saw that Mu Qingxin was about to leave and stepped forward, blocking her way, "Hey! Woman! Stop! Answer our questions!"

"Whoosh!"

Mu Qingxin showed no intention of answering. She simply stood up and lightly flicked her right hand forward.

With her flick, Proust's skeleton was sent flying backward, landing precisely in the Nether River with a 'splash.'