"Who are you?"
"No need to know."
Fang Heng calmly looked at the three members of the God Clan and quickly assessed the strength of their auras.
With his current power, even trapped in the spiritual world, he had the ability to forcibly return to his physical body.
But doing so would consume a tremendous amount of psychic force.
From the recent spatial tearing, the three God Clan members had used a different method than his—they were more brutal, tearing open space forcefully and passing through spatial turbulence to return to their bodies.
This meant their spiritual bodies would inevitably be affected.
Plus, their physical bodies had already been heavily depleted by him in advance.
In theory, their power was now less than a third of their peak strength.
"Die, insignificant human!"
Eugene was thoroughly enraged by Fang Heng's dismissive attitude. With a roar, his body transformed into a golden streak, shooting straight at Fang Heng like an arrow.
"Whoosh!"
