In the blink of an eye, Wen Jinglong had already leaped into the air using the air platform. His eyes were fierce, and he threw his right fist at Fang Xiu from a distance.
"Die!"
boom!
An invisible fist imprint seemed to condense in the air, carrying an irresistible force that stirred up the surrounding clouds and slammed fiercely toward Fang Xiu's head.
He truly lived up to his reputation as a fifth-tier expert; the power of his punch was terrifying.
Even though Fang Xiu was aware that he was about to be attacked, with his third-level strength, it would be difficult for him to dodge this invisible and intangible air fist.
And this is not an ordinary air punch, but an air punch imbued with the light of the soul.
However, Fang Xiu never thought of avoiding it.
His greatest advantage has never been his strength in head-on confrontations, but rather his immortality.
Perhaps after he awakens his domain, he can compete with a fifth-tier opponent based on his own strength, but now he is only at the third tier, which is still far too weak.
Bang!
The air emitted a violent popping sound, like a thunderstorm.
The clouds were pierced in an instant, leaving a long trail.
The next moment, half of Fang Xiu's head was blown apart!
Just when Wen Jinglong thought he had succeeded, a sudden change occurred.
Even though Fang Xiu had lost half his head, his expression remained unchanged. In fact, the corner of his mouth still held a mocking sneer, and his only bloodshot eye was fixed on Wen Jinglong.
Sizzle...
Crimson flesh grew rapidly at Fang Xiu's wound, with countless tender buds intertwining and entwining. In just a short while, half of his head had healed.
"What!" Wen Jinglong was shocked. His past experience told him that this was impossible. No matter how outrageous Fang Xiu's abilities were, he was still a human.
All human activities are controlled by the brain. Attacking the brain will result in the moment of loss of consciousness, which will be the end of life.
After all, if you lose consciousness, who will control your body to recover?
However, what Wen Jinglong didn't know was that Fang Xiu did have this weakness in the past, but since breaking through to the third level and completely integrating the Nightmare into his consciousness, he can now make his consciousness separate from his body and exist independently.
The principle behind entering a dream is that one's own consciousness enters another person's dream.
Therefore, Fang Xiu's consciousness was no longer bound by his physical body. He wouldn't care if half of his head was gone, or even if his entire head was gone.
Because his consciousness exists independently, like a nightmare, completely unaffected.
As long as consciousness remains unaffected, the body can recover from any injury, no matter how severe, by absorbing pain, provided that one has sufficient spiritual capacity.
It's best not to mention this, but in the outside world, Fang Xiu might be beaten to death by a fifth-tier expert until his spiritual energy is completely exhausted.
In the burial ground, he would only use his boundless spirituality to drag fifth-tier powerhouses to hell.
"I'll blast you to smithereens, I refuse to believe you can revive!" Wen Jinglong roared, and then launched a fierce attack.
"One Hundred and Eight Void Divine Strike!"
Suddenly, Wen Jinglong's fists became almost blurry, as if dozens of arms had grown out of them, as he frantically punched the air.
The air seemed to materialize under the force of his punches, constantly emitting deafening explosions.
His fists even produced white smoke from friction with the air.
Enveloped in white smoke, the hundreds of densely packed air fist imprints finally revealed their form.
It was as if hundreds of fists, emitting white smoke, were firing at Fang Xiu like machine guns.
It unleashed a devastating force, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing.
Boom boom boom!
Amidst a series of explosive sounds, the overwhelming fist imprint seemed unstoppable, shattering every part of Fang Xiu's body.
A bizarre scene unfolded.
One after another, terrifying blood holes appeared on Fang Xiu's body, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. Under the bombardment of hundreds of punches, his body was completely destroyed, and he eventually turned into a pool of bloody and rotten flesh.
Anyone who witnessed this scene would have thought that Fang Xiu was definitely dead, but the next second...
Fang Xiu's flesh and blood writhed continuously, like a fountain of flesh and blood gushing forth. As the fountain rose higher and higher, the flesh and blood began to accumulate, eventually transforming into a human form.
"This is impossible!!" Wen Jinglong was shocked. He felt his worldview collapse. He was blasted into mincemeat and still didn't die. Was he even human?
You should know that the Hundred and Eight Void Divine Strike he just used was his trump card move, and once this move is used, it will consume a lot of spiritual energy.
Even so, Fang Xiu was completely unharmed.
This made Wen Jinglong even more horrified, and he dared not continue fighting.
Don't let Fang Xiu fail to kill him, only to be dragged to your death yourself.
Just as everyone was shocked, Lu Ziming discovered the blind spot.
"I understand! Like the Taotie, he maintains his power by devouring strange creatures. As long as there are no strange creatures, they are doomed!"
However, Lu Ziming's words did not make everyone happy. Even if he was right, that this was Fang Xiu and Taotie's weakness, so what?
The most common thing about burial grounds is the eeriness.
The exposure of Fang Xiu's weaknesses did not ignite the fighting spirit of the group; instead, it made them lose confidence even more.
Even if they didn't want to believe it, they had to believe that Fang Xiu was truly immortal in the burial place; he wasn't exaggerating.
Faced with an enemy that is virtually invincible, no one wants to continue the fight.
Wen Jinglong gritted his teeth: "Fang Xiu, I admit we can't do anything to you, but you can't do anything to us either. With such a huge size, Taotie probably isn't good at speed, right?"
This means that if we want to run, you simply can't stop us!
So instead of continuing this stalemate, let's make peace. With you joining us, we can all work together to earn ghost money, and we'll definitely be able to get out of the burial ground soon.
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