Fang Zong straightened his chest and took a punch from Prince Ning. "Bang!" He was slammed to the ground.
It was as if he were experiencing a final burst of energy before death, clinging desperately to Prince Ning's leg.
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for being attacked by the Nine Sons Hanging Coffin Ning King and getting a Bronze Skin Ability +3!"
When Ninth Sister's voice came, Fang Zong's eyes lit up, but he spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had a final burst of energy before death and grabbed Prince Ning tightly.
"Run! You're no match for him!"
Fang Zong roared in grief and indignation, his face filled with a poignant yet heroic sorrow: "Run! It's better for one of us to die than for us all to die here! Run!"
At the same time, his palm kept touching...
"Double kill! Congratulations to the Summoner for discovering the secret of the Nine Sons Hanging Coffins of Ning Wang, and for discovering the Impact Secret +1!"
"Triblekill! Summoner got a triple kill with a lucky hand, and got +2 levitation ability!"
Prince Ning originally intended to cripple everyone first, but suddenly felt a wave of weakness wash over him. He looked down at Fang Zong, and his eyes began to turn red.
"You damned power! I'll kill you first!"
Roaring, Prince Ning squatted down, grabbed Fang Zong's head, and tried to break Fang Zong's neck.
"Crack! Crack!" The sound of neck bones shattering rang out repeatedly.
Fang Zong felt as if his cervical spine and the tendons in his neck were about to snap, and his head was throbbing with pain. But every time the pain subsided, an even more pleasant sensation would spread throughout his mind, like rain pattering on banana leaves, washing away the excruciating pain as if it were dust.
Instead, there is the continuous strengthening of the body, the crazy increase in strength, and a sense of satisfaction and security!
"Quadruple kill! Congratulations, Summoner, you're almost in a berserk state! Levitation ability +1!"
"Five kills in a row! The Summoner is unstoppable! Touched the Impact Technique +1!"
"Six kills in a row! The Summoner has already dominated the Ghost Realm. Isn't it shameful to dominate the Ghost Realm like this? +1 to getting the Impact Technique!"
"Focus all your energy on the derailment impact!" Fang Zong thought to himself with a smug grin.
On one side, he was touching himself, and on the other side, Prince Ning went berserk. In an instant, Fang Zong's derailment and impact reached the level of the sixth level of the technique, making him a general of the same caliber as Xue Nuo.
He wanted to continue, but Prince Ning stopped, his heart filled with bitterness and his eyes filled with doubt.
Is this guy even human? You can't even kill him by twisting his neck?
Moreover, more than 30% of the power within his body rapidly disappeared!
Prince Ning almost cried. He looked up and saw Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo shining brightly. They were actually prepared to die together and rush over to save their teammates.
"Fang Zong, you're not human!" Prince Ning was on the verge of tears. He quickly grabbed Fang Zong, not daring to kick him away. Relying on his strength, he gently tossed Fang Zong aside.
He finally understood; Fang Zong had tricked him!
"You just wait, we'll meet again someday. This king is not finished with you!"
With his strength greatly weakened, Prince Ning didn't even dare to directly confront Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's attacks. He scrambled and dodged Fang Zong's hand, then jumped across the Kuiyin River like a cornered dog.
Before Fang Zong could catch up, he rushed into the palace.
Fang Zong grabbed at the last handful of things, managing to tear off only a corner of Prince Ning's robe.
"Seven kills in a row! The Summoner is already a god-like existence! Tried the Dragon's Breath Technique +1!"
"hiss……"
The technique of sword energy merged with the Killing Slash, upgrading the Killing Slash to level two. The sharp aura within his body suddenly doubled, and Fang Zong's confidence soared.
After stretching his body, Fang Zong was about to cross the Kuiyin River to catch up, but Li Xiaoran grabbed him.
"How are your injuries?" Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo examined Fang Zong's body.
The examination was astonishing. The two found that apart from a cut on his lip and blood on his face, Fang Zong's pulse was strong, his bones were intact, his tendons were not sprained, and he had no internal injuries. He was so healthy that he couldn't be healthier.
"Hiss, you monster!" Xue Nuo shakily took out an ice cream and almost poked it into his nose.
Fang Zong laughed and said, "I have a healing method. If I'm not killed in one go, I can heal myself. I've already said that I can withstand more damage than Xiao Ran."
Li Xiaoran suddenly looked up: "So you blocked that punch for me?"
"That's right!" Fang Zong nodded with a smile, making a decisive conclusion, and then said with a smile, "You guys also refused to leave, you wanted to come back and risk your lives to save me. We're teammates, after all."
Upon hearing this, Xue Nuo beamed with joy and patted Fang Zong on the shoulder, saying, "You do have a conscience."
"Hmm." Li Xiaoran lowered his head, thought for a moment, opened his coat, tore off a piece from his close-fitting shirt and handed it to Fang Zong: "Wipe the blood off your face first."
Fang Zong: "..."
Do you have any wet wipes? Or tissues? Or... a rag would be fine too!
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo couldn't cross the Kuiyin River, but at Fang Zong's insistence, Fang Zong was allowed to catch up on his own.
According to Fang Zong, he had already severely weakened the Prince of Ning's power.
Fang Zong walked across the Kuiyin River and entered the bronze gate. He licked his lips with a hint of regret, but it didn't matter. He could just take it with him when he went back.
Fang Zong smiled back at his teammates, then walked straight inside without lingering.
In that instant of crossing, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and when he looked again, Fang Zong's eyes widened.
White clouds fill the view, making it feel like standing in the highest heavens, with a thin mist beneath your feet and towering tree canopies weaving through the clouds.
This is actually in the cloud!
Looking up, one can see nine enormous coffin mounds, linked by iron chains, standing majestically high in the sky!
Is it an illusion?
Fang Zong remained calm; he had seen this kind of trick many times before.
He took a step forward, but before he had gone a few steps, a coffin suddenly fell down, as if a mountain had collapsed, and slammed down in front of him.
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