These bone spears and blood claws gathered around Herag's body, tightly encircling him.

"I told you, this battle is destined for you to lose," Malcolm's voice echoed again in the surroundings.

Once the bone spears and blood claws took shape, they immediately attacked, and Herag quickly dodged.

Due to their large numbers, there was always an attack coming his way that he couldn't avoid, despite his speed.

However, Herag still held a Storm Giant Shield, using it to easily deflect the bone spears and blood claws.

The bone spears left some marks on the surface of the Storm Giant Shield, but the blood claws couldn't leave any marks at all.

After a round of attacks, Herag stood unharmed, holding the massive Storm Giant Shield, standing on the blood-red ground, surrounded by fallen bone spears.

"I forgot to mention, in this state, my magic power is nearly infinite. I want to see how long you can last. I have all the time to play with you," Malcolm's arrogant, frenzied voice echoed around.

Herag remained calm outwardly but thought inwardly that this couldn't go on.

Constantly dodging attacks was too passive, and there would come a day when he would be exhausted of strength and magic power.

But there didn't seem to be a good way to attack; Malcolm in this form showed almost no weaknesses.

Herag looked up at this space, noting the absence of World Will, which meant no suppression of his Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline Power.

He was considering whether this space could withstand his complete form.

If he accidentally shattered this space, would he return to the X-617 world or enter the chaotic spatial torrent?

If caught in the spatial torrent, even if his complete form could withstand its impact, he wouldn't know how many millennia he would drift before he had the chance to enter another plane.

This was a point Herag had to consider carefully, as this was just a small space, far from even a low-tier world.

As Herag pondered, a new wave of bone spears and blood claws gathered again, and Malcolm clearly wasn't planning to give him a chance to breathe.

Standing on the flesh ground, Herag felt the pulsation of the blood and flesh, which brimming with life energy.

Just as he was about to activate more power from his bloodline mark, a thought struck him.

"Life energy..."

Herag crouched down, placing his hand on the flesh ground, then used his talent ability, Desolate Plague.

At the moment he used the Desolate Plague ability, a huge, pure life energy was transmitted from the flesh ground.

By this time, the bone spears and blood claws had already struck, but Herag flickered his form to cleverly evade these attacks.

He flickered again, moving to another spot, and once more stretched out his hand to the flesh ground, frantically absorbing the life energy below.

This piece of flesh ground contained immense life energy, surprising even Herag.

Herag quickly realized that Malcolm's magic must have cost countless lives to achieve such an effect.

"You! What are you doing!"

Malcolm quickly sensed Herag's actions, his angry voice tinged with a touch of panic.

Another wave of bone spears and blood claws took shape, but forming them also took time.

Herag used this little time to frantically absorb the life energy from the flesh ground.

Desolate Plague absorbed life energy so swiftly that it left Malcolm both alarmed and frightened.

For the first time, he felt a strong sense of crisis.

Indeed, Herag could not instantly kill such a vast area of flesh ground, but if he could completely drain the life energy from the flesh ground, Malcolm would inevitably face annihilation.

Malcolm still didn't believe Herag could drain all the life energy, his current concern just a restless heartache over his life energy.

Because humans couldn't absorb so much life energy, the capacity was limited, with a fixed upper limit.

Malcolm had so much life energy only because he had studied it for a long time and modified himself, storing such a vast amount of life energy in this special form.

But Herag's next actions made Malcolm truly start to feel fear.

Herag's body seemed to have no limit, absorbing the life energy from the flesh ground at an exaggerated speed.

In a mere moment, Herag had already absorbed one-fifth of the life energy.

Watching Herag standing on the surface, Malcolm, for the first time, felt he had underestimated this person.

No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out why Herag could absorb life energy so recklessly.

Who was he, a mythical creature perhaps...

A myriad of doubts filled Malcolm's mind, but there was little time left for him to think.

Due to Herag's rapid pace, Malcolm hadn't been able to inflict any effective harm on Herag.

This form of his had great advantages, in that it was nearly indestructible.

But it also had significant restrictions, mainly inflexibility.

On normal occasions, if he couldn't win, he could escape.

But now, having become the flesh ground, being attacked meant he couldn't escape; such a form was immobile.

Malcolm wasn't capable of unlimited expansion. Even though his goal was to eventually cover the entire Wizard Plane, it was clear he didn't yet have that ability.

Covering an area of two thousand square meters was already remarkable, though unfortunately, he encountered Herag.

Herag's form constantly flickered across the flesh ground, always absorbing large amounts of life energy whenever given a gap.

Gradually, the flesh ground's color was no longer a vibrant blood-red but turned somewhat dull.

Additionally, Herag clearly felt that the pulsations from within the flesh ground had become much weaker.

If the earlier pulsation was strong, rhythmic, and vigorous, now it was slow, weak, and disorderly.

Malcolm wanted desperately to revert this form, but to return to human form required time to condense all this flesh into a humanoid shape.

Clearly, he didn't have such time now.

With a powerful thrust, Herag's fist pierced into the flesh ground like a sharp spike, and life energy within the flesh ground was instantly absorbed, continuously flowing into Herag's body.

His body now coursed with the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline Power, and absorbing this amount of life energy was nothing, not even enough to fill a tooth.

Once again, Herag felt the immense power of the Thunder God Ancestral Bloodline, and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of existence the Thunder God Ancestor was, what level of power they possessed.

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