Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 2986: Mass RefreshEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

”Boom! Boom boom boom boom boom!!!”

It was a continuous God’s Punishment effect.

Lightning flickered, and the raging downpour kept striking and washing over Proust.

With every strike from the Thunder Calamity, large swaths of scorched red threadworms fell off Proust’s body.

It lasted for a full three minutes before the skill ended. Fang Heng exited the sacred form.

The sacred form had additional damage bonuses against Proust.

Unfortunately, within the Death Realm environment, the attack power was somewhat weakened.

”Huff, huff...”

Proust broke free from the control of God’s Punishment and slowly lifted his head. His body, charred black from the purple lightning, gradually recovered as he looked toward Fang Heng.

”A very interesting skill. But the duration was still a bit too short. Otherwise, it would’ve been quite troublesome...”

”Hehe, I think the same.”

As Fang Heng spoke, he lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot. ”Want to try this move next?”

”Hm?”

In the next instant, a rapidly rotating magic array suddenly appeared beneath Fang Heng’s feet.

Eternal Tree Realm!

A natural aura blossomed.

Dense vines, branches, and roots overflowed from the magic array. The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart by the vines and roots, instantly filling with lush green vegetation.

”Abe Akaya! Go!”

Proust hadn’t yet recovered from the heavy damage caused by God’s Punishment. His heart skipped a beat. In just the blink of an eye, the surroundings had already been enveloped by thick greenery.

Suddenly, the dense vines formed into sharp spikes and stabbed toward him.

”Get lost!!!”

Proust roared.

”Boom!”

Spiritual energy burst from his entire body, blasting apart the incoming vines.

”Whoosh!”

Year Ring - Acceleration!

Fang Heng’s figure suddenly appeared right in front of Proust.

”Boom!!!”

A punch was thrown!

Proust’s body instantly dispersed into countless tiny, tangled worm bodies to absorb the force.

But this time, the impact was stronger than ever. Proust could only deflect part of the force and was forced to stagger backward from Fang Heng’s punch.

At the same time, the aura of death attached to Fang Heng’s fist spread rapidly over Proust’s body through the point of contact!

”Whoosh!!”

Year Ring-Acceleration!

Again! Pursuit!

Fang Heng’s figure traced a shadow through the air, instantly appearing in front of Proust again.

Empowered by the accelerated Year Ring, Fang Heng’s strength had surpassed the limit of what Proust’s threadworms could absorb. Proust’s body let out a loud crash as he was once more violently knocked backward!

”Again!”

”Bang!”

”Bang!!”

From afar, the others could no longer see Fang Heng’s movements clearly. They only saw Proust struggling to regain control of his body, repeatedly pummeled by a shadow figure slamming him down toward the ground.

To Proust, the greatest damage came from the death energy attached to the punches—large portions of his body, composed of tiny worms, were decaying. Under Fang Heng’s suppressed strength, he once again lost control of his body, falling into repeated rigid states from the hammering blows.

After several consecutive hammer strikes under Year Ring acceleration, Proust completely lost control of his body, getting pounded faster and faster into the ground.

Until the final punch!

Year Ring-Acceleration!

Exploded!

”Bang!!!”

Proust was smashed deep into the ground!

”Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!”

The surrounding dense vines surged forward, dragging him violently beneath the earth. Layers and layers of vines wrapped tightly around him!

At the same time, Fang Heng threw one sealing rune paper after another onto the surface of the vines.

From a distance, Mu Qingxin looked at the battlefield with a serious expression in her eyes.

Fang Heng’s close-combat strength exceeded expectations, but she judged that his summoned domain ability had a time limit—once it passed, it could be endured.

But what was Fang Heng doing now?

Trying to seal Proust?

Wasn’t that underestimating both her and Proust a bit too much?

While she was still puzzled, Mu Qingxin saw Fang Heng retreating from the sealing area.

Huh?

He retreated?

What did that mean?

Noticing Mu Qingxin’s gaze, Fang Heng suddenly turned his head and shot her a slightly provocative look, while raising his hand to point toward midair.

Huh?!

What did that mean?

Not just Mu Qingxin, even the entire Dark Clan and Undead Council had no idea what Fang Heng was up to, especially after just suppressing Proust and then suddenly pulling back.

Was it some kind of special trick?

Half a second later, Mu Qingxin’s expression shifted slightly.

What?

A violent spatial fluctuation erupted in the sky above the battlefield!

The dark clouds that had gathered high above were pushed aside by the spatial fluctuation, revealing several clearly visible cannon barrels.

It was the first time the Dark Clan combatants had seen such large mechanical weapons descending from the sky, and their eyes filled with shock.

Not good!

Mu Qingxin immediately realized what was happening and instinctively tried to intervene.

”Boom! Boom boom boom boom!!!!”

Too late!

In the next moment, deep purple energy beams descended from the sky, striking down with full force and completely engulfing the insect nest gathering area!

Proust was located right at the center of the light beam attack!

Mutated energy beams.

Mu Qingxin narrowed her eyes, sensing a powerful threat emanating from the beams.

The purple light purified all the mutant worm swarms within the targeted area.

It lasted for a full five minutes before the energy beams faded, and the cannon barrels retracted back into the spatial passage high above.

The ground, once covered by creep, had been burned into pitch-black scorched earth.

Fang Heng stared at the sealed location where Proust had been trapped by Abe Akaya.

He wasn’t dead yet!

”Ka, ka ka, ka ka ka ka ka...”

As Abe Akaya and the Eternal Tree Realm faded away, the ground began to bulge outward—it was as if something was struggling to break free from beneath.

”Boom!!!”

The earth exploded open into a massive pit.

Proust appeared at the center of the crater, gasping heavily and looking extremely battered.

”Fang Heng...”

Fang Heng also stared at Proust, a mocking tone in his voice, ”What? Not satisfied?”

Proust clenched his teeth and was about to attack—

Suddenly, he found his body once again losing control, suspended mid-air by a mysterious force.

Fang Heng pointed at Proust with one hand and shouted, ”God’s Punishment!”

”Boom!!!”

A purple God’s Punishment lightning strike fell in response!

”Boom!”

”Boom boom!!!”

One after another, enhanced deep purple God’s Punishment strikes kept raining down!

Already severely weakened, Proust had no way to counterattack. He was forced to take the attacks head-on, relying on his massive HP and self-recovery to endure!

Fang Heng kept his eyes on Proust’s HP.

It was slowly but steadily declining.