"Chi, chi, chi..."
As the aura of the Black Fog rapidly spread, the Abe Akaya vines quickly extended along the layer of creep on the ground, covering the surrounding area.
"Uh... Fang Heng, are you really okay?"
Zane looked at Fang Heng with suspicion, his expression odd.
What did he an?
Hadn’t he just said he would run?
Why did he now look like he wanted to fight to the death?
"It’s nothing serious."
Fang Heng slowly lifted his head and looked into the sky, as if his gaze could penetrate space to see the spawns fleet rapidly approaching.
Then, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I just suddenly felt that the spawns sealed you for so long while using your strength to control the remains of the God Clan. It’s a bit too much. Seeing you suffer like this, I couldn’t help but want to vent so anger and deal with the spawns."
"Ah? Vent anger? Help ?"
Zane pointed to his nose, then awkwardly said, "It’s okay. Being sealed inside isn’t so bad. There’s really no need to make a big fuss for . Maybe if I were outside, I’d have been destroyed just like the host..."
Fang Heng reached out and patted Zane on the shoulder, "Venting anger isn’t sothing you decide."
Zane’s face turned bitter as he said, "Really? You’re serious? You just spent a lot of energy. The remains are very important to the spawns, and they’ll definitely co all out this ti. Can you really handle it?"
"No rush, just try."
Zane swallowed nervously, thinking to himself that this wasn’t sothing to just "try."
One wrong move, and his life could be gone.
...
High above the planet, Wu Yi and others of the Evil Clan, who were deploying spatial defense traps, noticed the rising Black Fog on the ground and looked puzzled.
Hmm?
Weren’t they only supposed to delay the spawns a little?
From above, as tall black pillar-like structures rose below, dense Black Fog spread rapidly around the pillars.
At the sa ti, layers of mutant worm creep rapidly expanded across the ground.
Even the dark red vines covering the creep spread outward.
Wu Yi and the others exchanged glances.
It seed the situation had changed.
The Evil Clan elder said in a deep voice, "Condense your focus and set up the spatial traps."
"Yes!"
The Evil Clan had a long-standing inheritance of high-level spatial science skills, so they quickly collaborated to set traps at the locations where the spawns fleet was predicted to appear, hoping to buy Fang Heng so extra ti.
This was all they could do.
It took nearly fifteen minutes to complete the setup. Except for the elder, the rest of the Evil Clan were drenched in sweat, panting heavily, clearly exhausted.
"Mission complete. Let’s go!"
After a final check to ensure the spatial traps were set correctly, Wu Yi nodded lightly and led the clan mbers away.
By now, Fang Heng’s area was already shrouded in the aura of Black Fog.
As a spatial vortex appeared, Wu Yi stepped out of the space passage.
Hmm?
How had so many people arrived in just twenty minutes?
At this mont, the vampires’ high-ranking princes, dukes, and even the most powerful Tier 3 elders from the Elders Council had gathered in front of Fang Heng.
What did this an? Weren’t they supposed to avoid direct conflict with the spawns and just get their gains before leaving?
Wu Yi looked at Fang Heng and asked, "Fang Heng, what’s happening?"
"Nothing. The plan changed slightly. How’s the situation with the spawns?"
"The spatial traps are set, targeting their transition system. In theory, it should delay them further. I just received a report: the spawns are expected to arrive in less than thirty minutes."
"Thanks."
Wu Yi’s gaze shifted toward the remains of the God Clan behind Fang Heng. "Is everything ready?"
"Yes. You ca just in ti. The blood extraction is nearly complete, and my people are almost ready. We might as well start now."
The expressions of the Evil Clan behind Wu Yi changed slightly.
Start? What start?
Fang Heng reached toward Wu Yi and said, "Potion."
"I don’t know what happened, but I need to remind you again."
Wu Yi tossed a bottle containing blue pills toward Fang Heng, "This secret potion can fill your ntal strength to its limit or even temporarily surpass it and forcibly remove backlash. However, after its effect wears off, your ntal strength will drop to one-tenth for the next month, and no other enhancing ntal potions will have any positive effect."
"Understood."
Fang Heng took the bottle, opened it, and swallowed the pills in one gulp.
The pills dissolved inside him, and a burning pain spread quickly throughout his body.
His sea of consciousness was stimulated and instantly filled, releasing a terrifying surge of ntal strength.
The explosion of ntal strength imdiately dispelled the backlash left from his previous use of the Everlasting Moon skill.
It even gave him the illusion that his ntal strength was infinite, constantly surging from his consciousness.
The burning pain, however, persisted.
It seed this pain was a necessary elent for activating his ntal strength.
Fang Heng lifted his head and raised his hand. The 54 Blood Holy Cups filled with God Clan blood in his backpack slowly levitated into midair.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!!"
The Holy Cups simultaneously shattered.
A strong stench of blood, along with the powerful ripple of blood energy, surged outward.
The kneeling vampires raised their heads to look at the blood in midair, their eyes filled with shock.
As vampires, they could clearly sense the trendous power contained in the blood.
The blood contained imnse strength, enough to evoke fear.
"Whoosh!!!"
Fang Heng activated his ntal strength.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The blood ford a mass in midair, violently rolling, with occasional muffled explosions from within. A continuous layer of blue-gray smoke floated above the blood.
Purified!
Using his ntal strength, he directly dispelled the negative aura and backlash effects within the blood.
Wu Yi, observing Fang Heng, nodded silently.
Fang Heng had demonstrated a similar procedure before, but this ti, the amount of blood to purify had increased by thousands of tis.
Why the rush?
Even using a highly taxing ntal potion, he needed to purify the blood imdiately.
The process continued for five full minutes.
Even under the potion’s effect, Fang Heng felt ntally weak, and his sea of consciousness seed on the verge of collapse.
Almost done!
The God Clan blood had not yet reached its purification limit, but the internal backlash had been completely removed, leaving only minor impurities that posed no real problem.
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