It was the rain...
Although his injuries from the battle at Empress Persephone's mausoleum hadn't fully healed, Proust was not one to be easily defeated by such an attack. The issue lay in the strange rain.
"Heh..."
Proust slowly withdrew his gaze, letting out a soft laugh. Death energy, an aura of death, emanated from his body, and he gently raised his hand.
"Buzz!"
An invisible vortex of power gathered above Proust, and all the falling potions were dispersed by the swirling force.
President Georgi stared at Proust, his expression heavy with concern. "That person is very strong. Protect Fang Heng!"
The high-ranking mbers of the undead council cautiously spread out, continuing to deal with the mutated disaster creatures pouring out from the Nether River. However, most of their attention was focused on Proust.
"Who are you?"
"Heh..." Proust lowered his gaze at Georgi, a cold smile curling on his lips. "It doesn't matter. You shouldn't be here."
"Whoosh!!"
In the next mont, a dark glow enveloped Proust as he suddenly changed targets, rapidly heading toward Georgi, who was guarding Fang Heng.
"Scatter! Suppress him!" Georgi shouted.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!"
Dense bone barriers rose from the ground, standing in Proust's way.
Proust charged forward, using his physical strength to smash through the bone walls, unaffected by the obstacles in his path. His speed remained unhindered.
This ti, the bone-based skills had no effect on Proust.
Georgi's eyes darkened with intense focus.
This man was no easy opponent!
"Die!"
Proust rushed forward rapidly, his right hand extending and swiftly wriggling, resembling a mass of tightly coiled worm-like creatures. In an instant, it ford a sharp piercing spike aid directly at Georgi's heart.
"Chi!"
Proust was taken aback.
The piercing spike easily punctured Georgi's heart, yet instead of collapsing as expected, a strange rune appeared where the spike had entered Georgi's body.
Whoosh!
Proust felt an ominous premonition surge within him, realizing sothing was terribly wrong.
Before he could react, Georgi's entire right half of his body—almost like a clone—suddenly expanded. His right arm grew several tis its size, and with terrifying force, it slamd into Proust's back!
"What!?"
The ancient colossal creature—Leviathan, the Sky Beast!
The ancient creature, Leviathan, possessed terrifying power, with legends saying it could tear the sky apart.
Georgi's right arm fused with Leviathan's strength, tightly gripping Proust's body.
Proust felt an imnse tearing force from the arm, but his lips curled into a cold smile, "Heh, not bad, old man..."
Suddenly, sothing strange happened again!
Georgi's chest twisted rapidly, and a hideous head erged, biting at Proust's right arm that was bound by his body!
Puff!
Before Proust could react, half of Georgi's body seed to have been torn off, and he quickly jumped backward!
Nine Ghost Seal!
The remaining body quickly condensed into nine demon heads, each fiercely biting down on Proust's right arm.
The demon heads let out a sinister, mocking laugh as they held on.
For a brief mont, Proust found himself trapped, unable to move due to the Nine Ghost Seal.
Georgi's damaged right side rapidly healed, and he shouted, "Suppress him!"
The instructors of the undead council all gathered and condensed the seals in front of them.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Coffins, adorned with strange patterns, rose from the ground!
The doors of the coffins exploded with a series of bangs, and from within, soul chains shot out, heading straight for Proust, entangling him and pinning him in place, rendering him immobile!
It worked!
The instructors let out a sigh of relief.
Georgi's rise to the position of president of the undead council had not been easy. He had climbed to this position through sheer strength, step by step.
Very few knew that Georgi had fused part of the ancient beast Leviathan's body with his own, and had mastered the forbidden necromancy arts, sealing within himself nine different types of demons.
Thanks to his top-tier necromantic abilities, Georgi was able to prevent any backlash from his powers, keeping these demons suppressed.
At least within the undead council, no one wanted to face Georgi, such a troubleso opponent.
"Heh, hehehe..."
Suddenly, the expressions of everyone changed.
Proust, who had been suppressed by the Undead faction's power, suddenly let out a light laugh. He raised his head, a savage, frenzied look spreading across his face.
"Hahahaha! Is that all you've got?!"
With that, Proust began to struggle.
The chains that had pierced his body shook uncontrollably!
What the hell?
Who was this guy?
Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the undead council's instructors, their ntal strength pushed to its limits as they tried to control Proust.
His strength was terrifying?
The combined seal of the Nine Demons and the Soul Coffin couldn't fully suppress him?
"Boom!!!"
Proust suddenly extended his hands outward, causing the chains embedded in his body to explode into pieces!
At the sa ti, the nine evil ghost heads attached to Proust's body crazily gnawed at his body!
Whoosh!!
Proust forcibly endured the damage from the Nine Ghost Seal as he charged straight toward the nearest necromancy instructor.
A deep look of concentration appeared in Georgi's eyes as he pressed his hands together and ford a powerful imprint in front of him.
"Explode!!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
In the next mont, the nine demon heads that had fused with Georgi's body, rapidly absorbing Proust's stamina, exploded simultaneously!
Proust was thrown into a chaotic explosion, being violently blasted away.
"Poof!!"
Georgi also spat out a mouthful of blood.
"President!"
Imdiately, soone ca over to check on Georgi's condition.
"Don't worry about , I'm fine."
Georgi, linked with the Nine Ghost Seal through a spiritual connection, was only slightly pale from the explosion's impact as he fixed his gaze on Proust, who had been blasted away.
"Be careful! He's not dead yet!"
The three necromancy instructors, who were chasing after Proust, looked visibly startled.
"Boom!!"
A blast of deathly energy erupted!
The three instructors imdiately retreated when they saw this.
Proust slowly stood up. The aura of death in the surrounding environnt rged into his body and repaired his body.
"Human, I acknowledged your strength..."
The explosion of the Nine Ghosts Seal was not a weak attack. Proust had forcefully withstood the attack, but he was also greatly affected. His skin had already rotted, and the red worm body could be seen slowly squirming inside his body.
Even the president couldn't stop him?
The instructors of the undead council all had a serious look in their eyes.
This was going to be troubleso.
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