Chapter 2707: The Cultivator Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio “Chi! Chi chi chi!!!” The red worm life form spread along Fang Heng’s right hand, and as soon as it touched it, it would quickly bite! Almost instantly, Fang Heng’s right hand was devoured by the red worm body! His entire palm was devoured in the blink of an eye! What the hell was this thing?! Fang Heng’s heart skipped a beat as he quickly retreated, putting a large distance between himself and Proust. His eyes gleamed with caution. Who was that guy? He looked severely injured, yet still had such terrifying combat strength. “Fang Heng!” The instructors, seeing Fang Heng injured, were taken aback. However, the next moment, they saw Fang Heng’s severed right hand rapidly regenerating. Fortunately, Fang Heng possessed a powerful self-recovery ability. Proust looked at Fang Heng, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Instructors, the advancement of God-level necromancy has made some progress. We will discuss it in detail when we return. You go first, I have a way to hold him off for a while.” The instructors exchanged glances and then looked toward Georgi. “Fang Heng, be careful. His strength is formidable.” Georgi raised his hand, signaling the injured undead instructors to mount the Bone Dragons and retreat quickly. “You go first. We’ll stay here to assist Fang Heng.” The undead instructors stood on the backs of the Bone Dragons high in the sky. Although Fang Heng had spatial abilities that made escaping easier than ordinary people, it was still unstable. If anything went wrong with him, they could provide reinforcement. Proust kept his eyes fixed on Fang Heng. The undead council had caused him quite a bit of trouble. He hadn’t planned on letting them leave so easily, but upon seeing Fang Heng, Proust changed his mind. Eliminating Fang Heng was more important than dealing with the others. “Hehehe…” Proust took a brief respite to adjust his condition, and his injured body was recovering rapidly. Fang Heng flew toward Proust, the Empress’ scepter in hand, swinging it forward with great force! Bang!! As the scepter struck, Proust’s body scattered into tiny lines, absorbing the impact entirely. “Heh! I’ve told you countless times, that move is useless!” While attacking, Fang Heng infused the strike with Underworld Fire and soul freeze effects. However, without the power of the Empress, both abilities were significantly weakened and nearly ineffective against Proust. Only the Underworld Fire managed to inflict slight damage. Proust’s right hand quickly condensed into countless fine red thread-like worm bodies, forming a rapidly spinning cone that shot toward Fang Heng’s heart. Whoosh!!! The surrounding aura of death gathered intensely and formed a solid black shield in front of Fang Heng. “Boom!” Fang Heng’s pupils suddenly contracted. The sharp tip easily pierced through the black mist made of the aura of death! How was this possible?! “Chi!!!” The spike shredded through the flesh on his chest, and just as it was about to penetrate and shatter his heart, Fang Heng dove into the secondary space projection, quickly retreating a significant distance. As he emerged from the secondary space projection, Fang Heng observed Proust’s abilities again, his mind filled with caution. He realized that Proust possessed a very unique ability—he could directly ignore most attacks from the undead faction, and even attacks from the Underworld element were rendered completely ineffective against him. “Interesting, the power of the spatial element,” Proust mused, observing Fang Heng with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He raised his right hand again and said, “But next time, you won’t be so lucky.” “Chi-chi, chi-chi-chi…” Proust’s right hand split open, turning into fine red thread-like worm bodies, and at the same time, spatial element ripples began to form around him. “Whoosh!!!” Proust lunged forward again, ready to strike. High in the sky, Georgi stood on the back of the Bone Dragon, watching the battle below with a serious expression. Fang Heng’s strength had increased after comprehending the power of the Nether River. Not only had his basic attributes been enhanced, but his control over the death realm’s aura had also grown significantly. Now, Fang Heng was no longer affected by the negative effects of the death realm. His control over the aura of death had been greatly strengthened. However, despite these improvements, his control over the death aura did not affect Proust whatsoever. After attempting several attacks without success, Fang Heng resorted to high-speed movement to dodge Proust’s strikes. But the situation was getting worse. More and more mutated worm bodies from the Nether River emerged, relentlessly pursuing Fang Heng, giving him no opportunity to recover. Not good! Seeing Proust rapidly closing in from the right, Fang Heng noticed that Proust’s mutated arms had extended far beyond his body, like venomous snakes darting forward. In the next moment, Fang Heng once again stepped into the secondary space projection. “Chi!!!” However, Proust’s red right arm, like a venomous snake, followed him into the secondary space projection and immediately tore away a large chunk of Fang Heng’s flesh. Whoosh!!! Proust’s follow-up punch sent Fang Heng crashing out of the secondary space projection with a violent boom. “Hehe!” Proust grinned bloodthirstily, watching Fang Heng fly out of the secondary space projection. He quickly gave chase. “Fang Heng, the power of the spatial element isn’t something only you understand. Let’s see how you escape this time!” Eh? Suddenly, Proust’s heart skipped a beat. Fang Heng, who was about to be sent flying backward, suddenly had a magic array spinning rapidly under his feet! With the flow of a natural aura, dense vines shot out from the spiraling magic array! “Bang! Bang! Bang!!!” The vines grew rapidly, entangling and blocking Proust’s line of sight. Was this all? Proust’s movements did not slow down in the slightest. His perception locked firmly onto Fang Heng, and using his physical strength, he crashed through layer after layer of vine barriers ahead. Got you, Fang Heng! Whoosh! Proust raised his right arm and was about to strike again, but was suddenly surprised to find that Fang Heng’s speed had explosively increased in an instant! Just before his punch was about to land, Fang Heng easily dodged it and even created a large distance between them. The Year Ring-Slow. After retreating a considerable distance, Fang Heng stared at Proust, his heart pounding heavily. Proust’s strength was terrifying. His melee attacks could devour flesh and even absorb some of his attributes after each strike. If the battle continued, Fang Heng would only fall deeper into Proust’s trap. It seemed that the only option left was to use his ultimate move. If that didn’t work, then he would have no choice but to escape. The Eternal Tree Realm had granted Fang Heng a brief moment to plan his next move. “Hahahaha! Fang Heng! Interesting! I didn’t expect you to have so many abilities. Tell me who your cultivator is…” Proust saw that Fang Heng did not answer, and a cold smile appeared on his face, “What? If you don’t want to say it, then die!”