"Whoosh!!!"
Fang Heng lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, swiftly darting through the layers of warships and the swarm of Dark Clan War Knights, heading straight for the center of the front line battlefield.
Behind the swarm, another sturdy figure shot out from the domain of the Nether River!
"Bang!!!"
A muffled boom exploded in the center of the battlefield!
A shockwave visible to the naked eye blasted out to both sides!
"Fang Heng!"
Proust's eyes filled with anger.
Compared to the last time they met, Fang Heng had made significant improvements in all his attributes.
As for him...
Due to the weakening power of the entire aura of the Death Realm, he had instead regressed.
Fang Heng slowly wrapped his palm around Proust's fist and said coldly, word by word, "Heh, Proust, you seem to have gotten weaker."
"Get lost!"
Proust roared.
Spiritual energy exploded from his fist with a loud bang!
Both of them leaped backward, then charged at each other again.
