CHAPTER 429: CHAPTER 429: FLESH AND BLOOD EARTH

With a wave of his hand, Malcolm instantly summoned two gigantic bone spears beside him.

Once the two bone spears took shape, they shot towards Herag at incredible speed.

With a flash of electric light, Herag’s figure vanished, and the bone spears struck the spot where he stood, piercing deep into the ground.

If these two bone spears had hit him, Herag felt that even the Titan Power armor on his body might not have been able to withstand it.

The speed of these two bone spears was also beyond Herag’s expectations; his current speed was far greater than usual, but he had only just managed to dodge.

In his normal form, he might have found it very hard to evade.

Malcolm looked at the two bone spears that had missed, then glanced at the electric light flickering on Herag, pondering something unknown.

With a thought, Herag’s storms giant shield in his left hand immediately enlarged.

Soon after, the electric light on his body flickered more and more intensely, concentrating all the Power in his right fist.

He was no longer the same as before, no longer needing to flee with his head covered.

Malcolm sensed the aura emanating from Herag, and his expression gradually turned serious.

Suddenly, Herag’s figure vanished, but Malcolm heard no sound nor sensed any aura fluctuation.

The next moment, a loud noise came from behind, the sound of a fist tearing through the air at incredible speed.

By the time Malcolm reacted, it was too late; Herag’s speed was too fast.

Even though he sensed it just before the fist arrived, there was no time to react.

There was no time to move his body or mobilize his magic power.

Herag’s huge figure appeared behind Malcolm, his massive fist crackled with electric light, striking Malcolm’s neck with immense force.

The unstoppable force of the punch passed unimpeded through Malcolm’s neck, and his head rolled to the ground.

This was even when Herag controlled his strength a bit; he wanted to keep Malcolm’s head intact.

Otherwise, the body near the fist would have been smashed into minced meat.

Malcolm’s headless body crashed down, blood pooling over the ground, the air thick with a pungent smell.

Herag looked at the corpse, carefully observing.

He remained vigilant, cautious of not having killed completely.

After observing for a while and finding no anomalies, Herag prepared to strike again, intending to use a Fireball Technique to burn it after dealing another blow.

At this moment, the headless corpse began to change, turning into a mound of flesh.

This mound of flesh quickly surged forward, coagulating into a humanoid form on the spot.

As the face gradually became clear, Herag recognized Malcolm.

Malcolm quickly recomposed himself into his original form, a layer of blood-red skin covering him, and said in a deep voice, "Very good, you cost me a life. If not for the Heart of Fear taking the hit for me, I would have been dead by your hands."

"Heart of Fear..."

Herag didn’t know what it was but could only guess it served a similar function to a Substitute Death Grassman artifact.

Once covered in blood-red skin, Malcolm’s entire demeanor changed, his magic power aura surging wildly.

In just a moment, his magical aura far exceeded that of an ordinary Crystalization Wizard.

Herag even felt this magical aura was comparable to that of a Level 2 Wizard.

As Malcolm stepped on the ground, the area beneath him turned blood-red.

Upon closer inspection, the ground had transformed into writhing flesh.

"Turning earth into flesh, what kind of magic is this?" After observing this phenomenon, Herag noticed that the blood-red ground was continually expanding.

Although he didn’t know what this magic did or its purpose, he knew he couldn’t let it spread unchecked, or the consequences might be dire.

Herag charged forward against Malcolm once more with a kick of his feet.

Malcolm casually released countless bone spears and blood-red claws to hinder Herag’s advance.

But Herag’s current speed was too fast, and although large in size, he moved nimbly, weaving easily through the gaps between the bone spears and blood claws.

In the blink of an eye, Herag appeared before Malcolm, and a massive fist punched towards Malcolm’s head once more.

After being covered in blood-red skin, Malcolm’s speed and strength had significantly increased.

Yet even so, he couldn’t dodge Herag’s punch; their speeds were on entirely different levels.

Herag’s fist swept through, and Malcolm’s blood-red body exploded, scattering flesh in all directions.

This time, Herag left no room, nor did he intend to keep Malcolm’s head intact.

Herag believed that dealing with such a troublesome person like Malcolm required complete eradication, leaving no chance.

After blasting Malcolm’s body into powder, Herag still frowned, feeling Malcolm was not yet dead.

He glanced down, observing the blood-flesh ground had already spread out and was still expanding.

The blood-flesh seemed to breathe, rhythmically rising and falling.

At this moment, Malcolm’s voice came from the surrounding ground, "You can’t kill me; this battle was destined from the start, you will lose. You can kill a person, but not a stretch of land."

Malcolm’s voice was filled with pride and triumph; this blood-flesh land was clearly another of his magical creations.

Herag quickly examined the blood-flesh land beneath his feet, which spanned roughly two thousand square meters and was about seventy to eighty meters deep.

This flesh appeared to be part of Malcolm’s body, harboring great magical power within.

Herag, after pondering briefly, concluded that the land was Malcolm, and to kill him he must destroy the entire mass of flesh, leaving not a single strand of flesh behind.

Herag raised his hand, delivering a powerful punch to the ground.

When the fist struck the blood-flesh surface, much of the force was absorbed and cushioned by the flesh.

However, the sheer force of the punch still created a massive crater.

Herag stared at the pit, frowning as he noticed the flesh he had shattered was slowly reabsorbed into the ground, soon restored to its original state.

Much of the flesh had been pulverized into powder or shredded, yet it would still meld back into the ground.

Herag now understood why Malcolm claimed he couldn’t be killed, unless Herag could make such a large area of flesh disappear all at once.

Otherwise, even if just a scrap remained, Malcolm wouldn’t die.

As Herag pondered, countless bone spears and blood claws were forming around him, numbering at least in the hundreds.