Zhou Heng sped away, and after traveling ten miles, he changed back into human form...
But an intense sense of danger suddenly struck him. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Seven shadows caught up to him in an instant, their powerful auras spilling forth with a chill so icy it seemed capable of freezing one's blood.
Seven high-level Comet Level undead!
Perhaps they had even reached the quasi-Black Hole Realm, giving Zhou Heng a feeling of overwhelming, irresistible power.
This was a mid-level undead tide, with vast numbers of powerful undead!
His right hand immediately transformed into a dragon claw, the Annihilation Rune circulating. Bang! One undead had already exchanged a blow with him. The Annihilation Rune surged through it, instantly dissolving one of the undead's arms, but Zhou Heng also spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wah."
Both sides had suffered!
The Annihilation Rune was indeed powerful, but his opponent was no soft persimmon either. A quasi-Black Hole Level being not only possessed strength far surpassing Zhou Heng's, but also had a deeper grasp of the Death Rune!
Zhou Heng felt terrible all over, as though he would only feel better after vomiting every organ from his body.
This Death Rune was truly damned powerful and sinister!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The other undead gave Zhou Heng no time whatsoever to recover, their attacks already crashing down upon him in an endless stream.
Zhou Heng dodged, parried, and counterattacked, driving the Tyrant Dragon Fist to its limits. He did not use his dragon transformation; this was very likely to become an exceedingly drawn-out battle. Dragon transformation could only make him formidable for a short while, while consuming far too much power.
He kept coughing up blood, and the seven undead were no better off. Their arms and legs were continuously