Boom!
The sound of their collision reverberated through the arena once again.
This ti, the spear in Ling’s hand, its material unknown, erupted with a powerful force of shock when filled with Spiritual Energy.
Therefore, when Ye Feng’s roots clashed with the opponent’s spear, they instantly shattered inch by inch, snapping off a section directly.
It was an inevitable outco; although in terms of strength, Ye Feng could suppress the opponent, he was after all only at the Fifth Order Peak.
The defensive power of the roots simply couldn’t withstand the clash against the Seventh Order strength, so it being snapped off was not surprising.
However, Ye Feng was not about to let his opponent off easy. His spiritual power covered the whole field, and when he saw the other party using the spear like a club, he guessed that his own roots would likely break.
Thus, prepared for this eventuality, the mont his root broke off, it suddenly stretched out further, as if the broken part had grown right back, and he fiercely smashed it once again onto his opponent’s chest.
Boom!
Ling was sent flying back more than a dozen ters for yet another ti. Although he was prepared this ti, constantly unloading the force from his body, an intense burning pain still emanated from his chest.
This was due in part to the impact, and partly to the horrifying Power of Devouring that ca into force the mont the root touched his body.
He looked down at his chest to find that the scales there had dimd and lost their luster.
It turns out that in that instant, he was robbed of another 1000 Spiritual Energy Points, clearly indicating that the Power of Devouring from his opponent had grown stronger.
In fact, that was precisely the case. Although his life form was of a higher order and he still had the protection of Rule Power in his body, reducing Ye Feng’s Power of Devouring to just one-tenth of its strength,
The problem was Ye Feng had many roots!
Ye Feng could Devour 500 Spiritual Energy Points per second from other creatures with each root. Even when the effect on Ling was reduced to only 50 points,
Ye Feng now had 250 roots gathered together. In theory, he could Devour a total of 12500 Spiritual Energy Points per second from Ling.
But his opponent understood this too, and every engagent was quick to retreat, not giving his roots any ti to linger and entangle.
Of course, as the battle went on, the amount of Spiritual Energy absorbed each ti was not much, but the cumulative total beca quite substantial.
Moreover, Ye Feng discovered that in addition to absorbing Spiritual Energy Points and Bioenergy from his opponent, there was an exceedingly Special Energy.
This type of Special Energy, although Ye Feng could only absorb a little bit each ti, was of very high quality, albeit sowhat difficult to control.
For every bit of Special Energy absorbed, he nearly had to expend a full 100 Spiritual Energy Points to suppress it.
But fortunately, when he activated the Evolution Fruit’s ability to condense this Special Energy into separate fruits, it no longer beca violent.
Ye Feng speculated that the terrifying sense of crisis that a Seventh Order Strongman brought to him likely stemd from this kind of Special Energy.
The Special Energy that Qiongqi had imposed on his roots must be of a similar nature, only of a higher grade.
He hadn’t expected that by a twist of fate, he would co to possess such energy prematurely, and if he could acquire more and research further, perhaps he’d find a way to counteract it later on.
With this in mind, Ye Feng intensified his attacks. Just as Ling had steadied himself, Ye Feng swung his roots violently once again.
Ling, on the other side, grew even more infuriated. He swung his spear once more, aiming for the incoming roots.
Boom!
Ye Feng’s roots instantly broke, then, just like before, unexpectedly extended and continued the attack.
But Ling, prepared this ti, would not be fooled again, quickly raising his other hand to block.
This ti, he was not driven back.
However, looking at his palm, where the scales were a bit dull, he felt not the slightest joy.
After a few exchanges, Ling too realized that his opponent was swallowing not just his Spiritual Energy and flesh but even the Rule Power.
He looked at the still vigorous and seemingly unbothered roots and felt that it was outrageous.
Rule Power, was that sothing Fifth Order Beings could handle?
But no matter what he thought, the battle continued, with the opponent still taking the initiative.
Humbled by several setbacks, Ling no longer cared about pride.
As a Seventh Order Strongman, he dared not to confront a Fifth Order being head-on and instead chose to fight on the move.
Leveraging his superior Seventh Order speed, he easily dodged Ye Feng’s attack, then quickly broke the root and retreated, not allowing the root to get close.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s heart sank, knowing full well his body was at a disadvantage against his opponent’s strategy.
Fortunately, he often trained with the Big Yellow Dog, gaining insights against fast attackers.
Ye Feng imdiately summoned the remaining 10 Dense Fog Giants, dispersing them around to limit Ling’s movent speed.
"Heh, you really think this can restrain ?" Ling chuckled lightly, gripping his spear to charge forward again, trailing multiple illusory afterimages behind him.
Seeing this, Ye Feng’s eyebrows tightly knitted. His opponent’s absolute speed hadn’t increased much, but his movents had beco unexpectedly erratic, making it very difficult to predict his direction.
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