[Hint: The player has t the conditions. The current guidance mission – The Road to God-level (Necromancy) – has been completed. The player has triggered a new guidance mission – Advancent of the Underworld Lord.]
Mission na: Advancent of the Underworld Lord.
Mission type: Guidance mission.
Mission difficulty: SSS.
Mission description: During the process of advancing to God-level necromancy, you witnessed so illusions and gained special insights from them. Perhaps you can begin by breaking through to God-level necromancy to find the answers.
Current mission objective: Obtain the power of the Nether River and advance to God-level necromancy.
[Hint: The player is currently guided by the perception of the Underworld Lord.]
[Hint: The player is absorbing the power of the Nether River. Please proceed with caution.]
[Hint: Current power absorption progress: 1.9%.]
Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat as he saw the ga hints quickly flash across his retina. He suddenly felt a powerful force rapidly spilling out from the Nether River, infusing into his body!
He leveled up!
Advancing to God-level necromancy?!
Fang Heng hadn't expected the leveling up to happen so suddenly. Almost instinctively, he imdiately imrsed his consciousness and began to rapidly absorb the power of the Nether River.
It was a rare opportunity!
On the outside, the once calm Nether River once again rippled with waves.
Under the astonished gazes of the undead council instructors, vast amounts of pure black death energy surged from the Nether River, then rapidly gathered toward Fang Heng's body!
anwhile, Fang Heng remained with his eyes tightly closed, maintaining his ditation posture, focusing deeply.
Large amounts of black death aura energy infused into Fang Heng's body, which he absorbed.
Georgi furrowed his brow, imdiately realizing what was happening. He shouted, "Protect him!"
The instructors' expressions imdiately beca serious.
Georgi furrowed his brow, imdiately realizing what was happening. He shouted, "Protect him!"
The instructors' expressions imdiately beca serious.
Lucky kid!
He had likely unknowingly discovered a thod to absorb the power of the Nether River!
From Fang Heng's current performance, it seed he was about to advance to God-level necromancy!
Even they wouldn't choose to advance in such a dangerous state.
Georgi could tell that while Fang Heng had great talent, his foundation was still unstable. At the sa level, Fang Heng could only unleash about thirty percent of his Necromancy power.
Yet here he was, daring to advance to God-level Necromancy under such conditions!
Perhaps this was the perfect opportunity he had stumbled upon.
The entire undead council faction would not allow anyone to disrupt Fang Heng's advancent.
Not far away, Mu Qingxin watched Fang Heng rapidly absorbing the power of the Nether River. Her brows furrowed once again.
Enough!
Not only was the Nether River's energy being extracted, but even the power within the Nether River itself was being completely drained!
No matter who had trained this competitor, what he was doing now had far surpassed the line of what Mu Qingxin could accept.
Mu Qingxin's hands once again ford a seal in front of her chest. With a cold voice, she said, "Proust! How long do you intend to remain dormant?"
"Bang bang! Bang bang!!!"
The surface of the Nether River erupted continuously, as mutated Disaster creatures, like red threadworms, crawled out from the river.
"Stop them!"
The high-ranking instructors of the undead council were equally formidable. With their aging skills combined with impressive close combat abilities, and aided by Bone Dragons raining down potions from above, they held off the mutated Disaster creatures' assault.
Just as everyone began to get accustod to the rhythm and noticed the number of these Disaster creatures decreasing, suddenly, a terrifying aura began to leak out from the Nether River.
"What is that?!"
The instructors' expressions changed slightly as they turned in unison toward the source of the aura's ripple.
"Gulp gulp gulp..."
With a series of bubbles erging from the depths of the Nether River, a figure slowly rose from the water, appearing before everyone.
"A human?!"
The undead instructors stared in shock at the human erging from the Nether River.
This was strange!
There were other humans in the death realm besides them?
Who was he?
The mutated Disaster creatures seed to be under his control, continuously leaping from the Nether River around him and launching attacks toward the instructors.
No one had ever heard of a human immune to Disaster creatures' attacks!
Was he the controller of these Disaster creatures?
Proust slowly raised his head to gaze at the sky, noticing the Bone Dragons circling above. He then lowered his head, his gaze sweeping across the undead instructors, before finally focusing on Fang Heng, who was absorbing the undead power.
Around him, vast amounts of Nether River power were being rapidly absorbed by Fang Heng.
Proust showed a look of confusion.
He could feel the power of his kind emanating from Fang Heng.
But why was Fang Heng absorbing the energy of the Nether River at a rate faster than his own?
And much faster at that!
"Proust, eliminate them!"
The urging voice in his mind ca through, prompting Proust to glance toward the figure atop the distant mountain peak.
So be it.
No matter who they were.
The death realm was his domain! Only he could obtain the power of the Nether River.
They had overstepped their bounds.
"Whoosh!!!"
Proust suddenly accelerated, his form turning into a shadow as he rapidly closed in on Fang Heng.
"Protect Fang Heng!"
The necromancy instructors, horrified at the sight, imdiately took counterasures.
The surrounding undead aura quickly condensed into dense, piercing undead spikes, launching toward Proust!
"Bang!!"
Proust rely raised a hand slightly, and dark vortexes appeared in front of him. The concentrated undead spikes collided with the vortexes, exploding into shreds!
"Bang bang! Bang bang!"
After the undead spikes exploded, they created soul explosions!
Whoosh!
Proust accelerated again, swiftly passing through the black mist generated by the Tier 2 soul explosions.
The Tier 2 soul explosions did not affect Proust whatsoever!
Who exactly was this person?
The necromancy instructors realized Proust's terrifying strength. Moreover, he was using the sa undead elental power as them.
Like those mutated Disaster creatures, Proust had an extrely high resistance to the undead elent!
The soul explosions' attacks were nullified completely.
Even the aging skill, which was effective against the red-worm disaster creatures, did not affect him!
"Bone spikes!"
The team imdiately switched tactics, attempting to intercept with a mix of physical damage!
Dense bone spikes shot up from the ground, covering a vast area and piercing toward Proust.
Proust showed a hint of disdain, his speed unchanged as he charged directly forward, using his imnse physical strength to plow through the spikes!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
The dense bone spikes blocking his path exploded upon impact!
Huh?
Proust suddenly froze for a mont.
The exploded bone spikes ford tiny bone fragnts that clung to his body.
"Explode!"
"Boom boom boom!!!!"
The bone spikes exploded again, sending Proust flying backward.
Pah-tah.
Proust leaped back, spreading his hands wide.
It was corrosion.
His hands seed to be affected by so kind of corrosion effect, continuously healing while emitting corrosive energy.
What was happening?
Proust realized sothing, his head tilting back to look toward the sky.
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