No good!
Alarm bells rang loudly in the Blood Prison Evil God's mind. He decisively dared not continue the pursuit and immediately retreated backward.
"Chi!!"
The blood-stained spiral spike just detached from Fang Heng's body, and the blood hole it left quickly healed, disappearing completely in an instant. The crimson burn marks left on his body also restored instantly.
The Blood Prison Evil God retreated while staring fixedly at Fang Heng, feeling like he was dealing with a turtle shell covered in spikes — extremely troublesome.
Many ranged attacks were resisted by Fang Heng's defenses, melee attacks were difficult as well, and he had to watch out for the tentacles extending from Fang Heng's body that could absorb power if he slipped up.
What to do?
Even more terrifying was that Fang Heng had never moved from his position and had not truly counterattacked at all.
