Chapter 2340 Assault

Fang Heng stepped out from the ruptured secondary space projection and simultaneously delivered a powerful punch forward!

The nearest elder of the Soul tribe was taken aback and immediately raised his hand, conjuring a faint blue vortex in front of him.

Fang Heng’s punch slammed into the vortex, shattering it into pieces with a resounding “bang”!

The Soul tribe elder coughed up blood as he was sent flying backward by Fang Heng’s punch!

Another Soul tribe elder, seeing this, quickly condensed an imprint in front of him, preparing a soul attack aimed at Fang Heng.

In battles, the Soul tribe focuses more on attacks targeting the spirit and soul.

Unfortunately, in this regard, Fang Heng, skilled in necromancy, possessed exceptionally high resistance abilities.

What? Ineffective?

The Soul tribe elder stared in astonishment as Fang Heng seemed completely unaffected by their skill. He had never seen this technique fail before!

Without any apparent impact from their skill, Fang Heng swiftly approached them!

“Hu!”

Fang Heng threw a second punch, the force of his fist generating a strong gust.

“Bang!”

The second elder was also sent flying by Fang Heng’s punch, crashing heavily into the wall and losing consciousness.

Turning his gaze to the remaining Soul tribe guards in the hall, Fang Heng rubbed his wrist. In less than half a minute of combat, he had incapacitated both elders, rendering them unable to fight.

The terrifying display of combat strength left the remaining guards in the Great Hall trembling with fear, stepping back in awe as they looked at Fang Heng.

“Who are you?” The Soul tribe captain’s voice trembled slightly as he addressed Fang Heng, feeling a dryness in his throat.

Fang Heng scanned the group. The Soul tribe seemed more like spellcasters among humans, with weaker physical constitutions. When he struck the elders earlier, a layer of invisible defense had momentarily resisted his attacks, but his current strength surpassed it, shattering the defense and delivering devastating blows.

If this had been a few days earlier, it would have taken him much longer to deal with them completely.

“Whoosh!”

Fang Heng wasted no more time, lightly tapping his foot on the ground and swiftly closing in on the guard captain.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A barrage of rapid attacks struck the Soul tribe guards, sending them flying one by one.

In just a moment, only Fang Heng remained standing in the Great Hall.

…

Pavao was waiting not far from the temple, feeling uneasy. Among the various clans of the tree spirit tribe, the Soul tribe’s strength was not the greatest, but their controlled powers were the most mysterious, often deterring the younger generation from interacting with them.

Will Fang Heng be okay going alone?

Pavao was worried.

If trouble arose, it might be traced back to their Root tribe.

Feeling tense, Pavao suddenly saw a figure swagger out from the temple.

It was Fang Heng!

Fang Heng emerged from the temple, waving at him from a distance.

Pavao swallowed nervously.

What did this mean? Was he being beckoned over?

It seemed Fang Heng had already dealt with the trouble?

So quickly? Could this be a trap?

Carefully scanning his surroundings, Pavao reached into his backpack and pulled out a mask, donning it before cautiously approaching the temple.

Upon reaching Fang Heng, Pavao cautiously glanced around the Great Hall, then tentatively asked, “Settled?”

“Of course, what took you so long?”

Fang Heng glanced at Pavao with a hint of annoyance, then turned and entered the Great Hall.

Pavao didn’t feel like chatting and followed Fang Heng into the Great Hall.

It was only then that he noticed the Soul tribe guards lying scattered on the floor, and the two elders heavily injured and entangled in chains, incapacitated.

Pavao glanced at Fang Heng, surprise evident in his eyes.

He had heard Fang Heng could manipulate the Wood and Leaf tribes effortlessly, so he must have had strength, but he never imagined it was this formidable!

One person, less than five minutes, and he rendered two Soul tribe elders completely incapacitated?

How did he do it?

“So, what did you figure out?” Fang Heng asked.

“What?”

“I mean the stone wall.”

Listening to Fang Heng’s question, Pavao finally realized and followed Fang Heng’s gaze up to the stone wall.

Fang Heng was standing in front of a wall behind the temple, examining the carved inscriptions.

“Yes, it’s this stone wall. Rumor has it that it was left by the ancestral sacred tree.”

Pavao walked up to Fang Heng and explained, “The Great Elder mentioned that the carvings depict a part of the tree spirit tribe’s ancestral sacred tree. It’s said that a portion of the sacred tree’s power is forever bound here, and every successive sacred tree receives blessings from it after enduring trials.”

“Is that so?” Fang Heng turned to Pavao and asked, “Specifically, what do we need to do?”

“I’m not sure. After all, I wasn’t born when the last sacred tree was inherited, nor was I present.”

Pavao said helplessly, looking up at the patterns on the wall. He continued, “I’ve only heard that when the power of the sacred tree sapling reaches a certain level, it can resonate with the ancestor depicted on the stone wall. Naturally, this triggers the energy contained within the wall to flow into the sacred tree, helping the sapling enter its mature stage.”

“Similarly, if the sapling’s strength is insufficient, attempting to resonate forcibly may result in backlash.”

“What exactly does resonance entail?”

“I really don’t know,” Pavao sighed, stepping back and surveying other parts of the Great Hall. “Shall we search first to see if there’s anything we can take? I’m not sure if the Soul tribe has set any restrictions here. It could be risky to stay here too long.”

Pavao just wanted to leave now.

It was really strange.

Fang Heng’s sudden interest in the inheritance of the sacred tree puzzled Pavao. Weren’t they here to loot?

Fang Heng showed no intention of leaving, instead stepping back a few paces as a drop of dark red blood appeared on his forehead.

Swish!

The dark red droplet quickly levitated into the air.

“Bang!”

The blood exploded, forming a portal suspended in midair, rapidly condensing.

What!

A teleportation passage?!

Pavao was startled at the sight and quickly stepped back.

The blood-colored teleportation passage swiftly took shape in midair.

Immediately after, Prince Carl of the vampires emerged from a magic array, leading with a large alchemy stone slab.

Upon seeing Fang Heng, Carl immediately knelt before him, “Your Majesty.”

“Hmm, search the Great Hall, then set up a magic array to summon Abe Akaya.”

“Yes!”

Pavao’s heart raced. Under his astonished gaze, numerous vampires carried stone slabs through the teleportation passage into the temple. Following them, a continuous stream of Lickers poured out from the portal.