CHAPTER 796: CHAPTER 416_2

It seemed that at this moment, what he was facing was no longer a human.

But a ghostly deity, born from hell solely for slaughter.

The invisible psychological pressure even made his usually proud aura show some minute fluctuations.

With the Ghost Back unfurled, Fang Cheng could feel an unprecedented sense of power surging from his spine to his entire body.

Every muscle, every bone seemed to be cheering for it.

Fang Cheng nodded in satisfaction, his gaze instantly becoming hotter, shooting like arrows towards the enemies daring to block his path.

The "Deep Red Eye" hovering in mid-air, its pupil seemed to slightly rotate, silently watching the imminent battle.

The middle-aged man was not afraid.

He was an S-Class expert for many years, one of the few masters of the Xiao Family.

How could he fear a guy who only knew brute force?

Moreover, his Domain Ability was extremely special...

"Take action!"

The middle-aged man barked an order and formed a formation with his two companions.

The young man and Xiao Ming also suppressed the fear in their hearts, quickly moving to coordinate with the middle-aged man’s attack.

Facing the deadly danger of a pincer attack, Fang Cheng’s eyes showed no fear, instead filled with ever-intensifying battle intent.

His figure stood firm, waist and hips slightly lowered, his retracted right arm long poised and ready.

His heart seemed to be a motor running at full power, pumping a massive amount of hot, lava-like blood, surging furiously towards his limbs.

His right arm with bulging muscles rapidly turned red under the infusion of a huge amount of blood, even emitting wisps of white steam.

As if it were a piece of red-hot iron.

Crack—

Joints twisted, suddenly issuing a chilling series of crisp sounds.

In an instant, Fang Cheng moved first.

Bang!

The fleshy carpet underfoot instantly exploded into a pit, scorched flesh mixed with airwaves scattering in all directions.

Fang Cheng’s figure had already vanished from the spot, directly ignoring the young man and Xiao Ming coming in from both sides.

His eyes burst with incredibly hot glances, locking onto the greatest threat—

The middle-aged man reputed as an S-Class expert!

Before the fist arrived, the sharp sonic boom had already torn through the air.

Facing this astonishingly powerful punch, the middle-aged man neither dodged nor avoided, instead raising his right hand quickly.

In the palm, a mouth suddenly split open, a miniature vortex formed instantly in his hand, sucking in the surrounding airflow.

Just as the punch and palm were about to collide!

The middle-aged man’s eyes brightened, thinking now is the time.

"Domain Unleash, Gluttony!"

Darkness descended without warning.

As if an invisible barrier fell with a roar.

Surrounding the flesh lair, those two black-clad comrades, along with all light and sound, vanished in an instant.

In this enclosed space, only Fang Cheng and the middle-aged man were left.

The flow of time seemed to become thick and slow.

And in front of Fang Cheng’s fist, in the dark void.

A giant mouth covered in slime, full of sharp teeth, appeared out of thin air, biting towards his flaming Iron Fist.

However, Fang Cheng showed no fear.

At this moment, there was only advance, no retreat!

His punching momentum increased instead of decreasing, erupting in even hotter golden flames.

The middle-aged man’s lips curled into a confident cold smile.

It was known that his ability’s core was not in attack, but in "devouring" and "transforming."

When the domain is activated, it builds an independent dimensional stomach, absorbing all forms of kinetic energy and impact.

After transformation, it releases them back as a counterattack.

Simply put, using the opponent’s way against them.

The more violent the opponent’s attack, the more terrifying the damage reflected back!

With this mysterious and unpredictable ability, he had made countless self-proclaimed experts drink sorrow.

But in the next second, the smile on his face completely froze.

That invincible giant mouth, the moment it made contact with Fang Cheng’s fist, supported less than half a second before emitting a burdened wail.

Fine cracks spread across the mouth, then were completely blown apart by the violent force!

The middle-aged man’s heart suddenly throbbed, immediately realizing he had miscalculated.

The power contained in the opponent’s punch far exceeded the absorption and transformation limit of his domain.

No wonder...

In his mind, the scene of Luo Lie’s previous beggar-like state flashed like a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

The dark domain shattered instantly, and the reality scene reappeared before his eyes.

The middle-aged man only felt an overwhelming force transmitted from his palm.

The energy vortex he took pride in was pierced through in an instant, and the bones of his entire right arm developed cracks.

Fang Cheng’s deep red eyes contained no emotion, only pure fighting spirit.

The Kirin Arm increased arm strength by 500%, and the Ghost Back further amplified punch power by 100%. How could it be so easily resisted!

With one punch, the entire middle-aged man flew backward like a severed kite, crashing heavily into the blood-covered alloy wall behind him.

The sturdy wall bore a clear human-shaped dent, like a portrait embedded in it.

Hitting someone as if hanging a picture is nothing less than this.

"Second Uncle!"

"Second Master!"

The young man and Xiao Ming screamed in shock and despair.

"Cough... go quickly! Leave through the space gate!"

The middle-aged man coughed blood from his mouth but was exceptionally decisive, knowing further battle meant death, he immediately gave the order to retreat.

Fang Cheng’s toe touched the ground, ready to deliver another punch.

In an instant, darkness enveloped once again, and the broken giant mouth reappeared.

But this time, it wasn’t to attack Fang Cheng, but to swallow the severely injured middle-aged man whole.

Then, as the darkness dissipated, his figure was no longer visible.

Even the figures of the other two companions vanished.

Fang Cheng gazed intently, just in time to see the space gate not fully closed.

Accompanied by a buzzing sound, the crack quickly shrank and finally disappeared completely.

The entire blood nest instantly left him alone.

"... They ran?"

Fang Cheng was a bit puzzled.

Weren’t we supposed to fight?

How could it end after just one punch?

He didn’t pursue the three fleeing men in black.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but the abnormal state coming from inside his body forced him to stop his steps.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly.

Clearly feeling an abundance of power inside, as if endless energy.

Yet an unprecedented hunger surged over him like a tide.

His stomach spasmed and contracted wildly, a large amount of stomach acid churned, burning his esophagus.

It’s as if a craving from the deepest part of his cells wailed in every corner of his body, desperately needing energy replenishment.

Fang Cheng thought for a moment and understood the reason.

During the fierce battle with Luo Lie earlier, the palm technique skill upgraded, gaining free attributes.

He added Strength to 60 points in one go, breaking the physiological limit of the human body.

According to past experience, whenever breaking a limit, massive energy replenishment is required to compensate for the original energy consumed by the upgrade.

But at that time, being in the Inner World, surrounded by enemies, there was no condition to eat.

Then, to defeat Luo Lie, he repeatedly used "Kirin Arm" and "Domineering Body," causing great strain on the body.

And this recent battle further squeezed the body to the limit.

"Potential Activation" may have restored him instantly, but this energy didn’t come out of nowhere.

Even after mastering the "Qigong" skill, which no longer extracts Life Force directly, but mobilizes True Qi stored in the Dantian.

Yet the hunger ultimately couldn’t be exempted.

Because this is an inherent biological mechanism.

When the internal balance fails and energy reserves are exhausted, the hypothalamus issues a strong eating directive—a survival instinct under multiple physiological mechanisms working in concert.

Fang Cheng introspected his Dantian, the sea of True Qi now nearly depleted.

"Need to hurry out and find food..."

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the charred, meaty tentacles underfoot.

A peculiar fragrance wafted into his nose, strangely enticing.

Fang Cheng shook his head, dismissing the thought.

He’s human, not a beast; he can’t eat such disgusting things.

He then stepped forward, ready to leave this hellish place.

However, when his sight once again landed on the "Deep Red Eye" floating in the air, he couldn’t help but pause.