Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 462 - 267 Hunger

Chapter 462: 267 Hunger

Boom~

As the light beam suddenly disintegrated, a tremendous bang shook heaven and earth, and a ring-shaped shockwave spread out.

Fang Zhixing staggered as if heavily struck, only feeling severe pain in his chest. His whole body was sent flying backward, and with a retch, a stream of blood spurted from his mouth.

Thud!

His back slammed against a wall, he bounced back, then plunged headfirst and crashed onto the ground.

"Ugh~"

Fang Zhixing lifted his head and spat out another mouthful of blood.

Sharp pain coursed through his entire body!

His ears rang and his eyes swam; his head ached intolerably, and all his flesh felt as if it were falling apart.

He clenched his teeth and endured, curling his legs with difficulty, kneeling on the ground.

Looking up, in the fading aftermath of the illusion, the stone platform was empty.

The human-shaped cocoon was gone!

Ning Yuesu had vanished!

A horrible thought flashed through Fang Zhixing’s mind, making his heart skip a beat.

Could the transformation have failed?

Ning Yuesu’s potential as a Heavenly Person was excellent.

Logically, her chances of successfully metamorphosing into a Heavenly Person should have been high.

Without time to think further, the last bit of light flickered and vanished.

An endless, overpowering darkness surged like a tide, engulfing the entire hall.

Fang Zhixing was instantly plunged into pitch blackness.

He hurriedly reached for the travel bag at his waist, searching for a fire starter.

But he suddenly realized that there were no clothes on his body.

All had been destroyed by the previous shockwave.

Now he was stark naked, smooth all over, totally bereft of possessions.

However, he knew that the Blood Corpses were still around, not killed by the shockwave.

Moreover, even if the Blood Corpses were destroyed, they would quickly regenerate.

Fang Zhixing turned his ear to listen intently, trying to discern the positions of the Blood Corpses by sound.

But this listen was disastrous; it was dead silent, and he couldn’t hear anything.

Not even the sound of his own heartbeat.

Fang Zhixing cursed inwardly and touched his ears, only to discover they were bleeding profusely.

"The explosion must have ruptured my eardrums..."

Fang Zhixing’s heart sank. He was trapped in darkness, blind and now deaf.

Soon, a gust of wind struck forcefully.

Fang Zhixing didn’t hesitate, all ten Blood-colored Tentacles vibrated simultaneously.

Puff~

One of the Blood-colored Tentacles lashed out and hit something, sending it flying!

But immediately after, more terrifying gusts of wind assailed him from all around.

"Dead Sea Plague Tide!"

Fang Zhixing took a breath and stomped his foot, as a vast amount of dark water spewed from beneath his feet.

That was not all; he also released the "Poison Fog".

The dark water and poison fog surged wildly, spreading in all directions, enveloping the area.

The ten Blood-colored Tentacles flailed about indiscriminately, caring not whether they hit anything.

As long as the Blood Corpses were close, the explosive Power would injure them.

Exhibiting his might unabated, Fang Zhixing fully unleashed his strength, showing immediate results.

The winds around him swiftly died down.

Gasping for air, Fang Zhixing stood upright and took steps forward, using the tentacles to feel his way.

He had to quickly find the stone platform.

Regardless of whether Yue Su had succeeded or not, he had no other choice but to try it out.

This might be his only chance for survival!

But just as...

He had only taken a few steps when Fang Zhixing suddenly sensed something was wrong.

His legs were unusually heavy, as if something was pulling on them.

He reached down to feel, and his expression changed drastically.

There was a gash on his right thigh, bleeding profusely.

At the site of the wound, there were strands of something.

Tissues of blood and flesh from the ground were burrowing into the wound, infiltrating his body.

Without hesitation, Fang Zhixing grabbed the bloody strands and yanked them outwards.

The strands broke easily, not difficult.

But whether more blood tissue structures remained inside his body was unknown.

After all, apart from the pain, there was no other sensation.

Fang Zhixing couldn’t worry about that now; he continued to move forward.

Soon, the winds approached again.

Fang Zhixing paused his steps and met the onslaught with all his might, launching an unrestrained, all-encompassing strike.

This move consumed his energy drastically.

But there was no helping it; being deaf and blind, he could only blindly strike out in all directions.

Fang Zhixing was unstoppable, sweeping through the threats around him with great speed.

He didn’t linger and hastily felt his way forward.

All ten Blood-colored Tentacles, each twelve meters long, extended, feeling around in a circular pattern.

Suddenly, a tentacle on the left front touched something hard.

Moreover, that object was not covered by blood-colored tissue.

Fang Zhixing was overjoyed and hurried over.

He extended two tentacles, groping the hard object.

Rectangular!

He was certain it was the stone platform!

Fang Zhixing quickened his pace, rushing to the platform. He placed his hands on the edge and circled it swiftly, searching for the positions of the three buttons.

Suddenly, he paused, his palm feeling a crack on the surface of the stone platform, as thick as a thumb.

"It’s cracked?!"

Fang Zhixing furrowed his brows deeply and pressed down hard.

The crack rapidly widened.

With a loud crash!

The stone platform suddenly fell apart.

Fang Zhixing stood there, frozen in place.

The next moment, there was a rattle~

The earth shook and the mountains moved!

Fang Zhixing felt intense vibrations beneath his feet, and his footing suddenly shifted.

"The ground is splitting apart!"

Fang Zhixing couldn’t maintain his balance and extended all ten tentacles, attempting to grasp something around him to stabilize his body.

But everything around him seemed to be disintegrating.

The hall was collapsing!

Fang Zhixing’s feet sank, and his body began to fall.

On instinct, he curled all his tentacles around him, forming a ball of flesh.

But in an instant, the sensation of falling disappeared.

He hit something and came to a halt.