Chapter 430: Power of Death’s Withering

The bone spears and blood claws surrounded Helag, enclosing him tightly.

“I told you, this battle is destined for your defeat,” Malcolm’s voice echoed around.

Once formed, the bone spears and blood claws attacked, forcing Helag to dodge.

Despite his speed, the sheer number of attacks left no room for escape.

However, Helag wielded the Storm Giant Shield, easily deflecting the bone spears and blood claws.

The spears left slight marks on the shield, while the claws left none.

After the assault, Helag stood unscathed, holding the massive shield, surrounded by fallen spears on the blood-red ground.

“Forgot to mention, in this state, my magic is nearly limitless. Let’s see how long you last. I have all the time to play,” Malcolm’s arrogant, manic voice taunted.

Helag remained calm, contemplating his predicament.

Constantly evading attacks was unsustainable, eventually exhausting his strength and magic.

But attacking seemed futile; Malcolm’s form had no apparent weaknesses.

Helag glanced at the space, noting the absence of a world will, meaning no suppression on his Thunder God Ancestor bloodline power.

He pondered whether this space could withstand his full form.

If he accidentally shattered the space, would he return to World X-617 or be lost in chaotic spatial currents?

Caught in spatial currents, even his full form might endure, but he could drift for eons before reaching another plane.

This consideration weighed heavily; this was a small space, far from a low-tier world.

As Helag deliberated, more bone spears and blood claws formed, with Malcolm giving no respite.

Standing on the flesh ground, Helag felt its pulsating life force.

Preparing to activate more bloodline power, an idea struck him.

“Life force…”

Crouching, Helag placed his hand on the flesh ground, using his innate ability, Death’s Withering.

Instantly, a vast, pure life force surged from the ground.

As spears and claws attacked, Helag dodged skillfully.

Moving to another spot, he continued absorbing the life force.

The ground held immense life force, surprising Helag.

He realized Malcolm’s spell likely consumed countless lives for such power.

“What are you doing!” Malcolm’s voice, now tinged with fear, shouted.

Another wave of spears and claws formed, but took time to coalesce.

Helag used this time to drain the ground’s life force.

Death’s Withering absorbed life force rapidly, alarming Malcolm.

For the first time, Malcolm felt a profound threat.

Helag couldn’t instantly destroy the vast flesh ground, but draining its life force would leave Malcolm no escape.

Malcolm doubted Helag could drain all the life force, feeling panic and regret over his precious resource.

Humans couldn’t absorb such vast life force; their capacity was limited.

Malcolm’s life force reservoir resulted from extensive research and self-modification, storing it in his unique form.

But Helag’s actions truly terrified Malcolm.

Helag absorbed life force at an astounding rate, seemingly limitless.

In moments, a fifth of the life force was gone.

Watching Helag, Malcolm realized he’d underestimated him.

He couldn’t understand how Helag absorbed so much life force.

What was he, a mythical being?

Questions flooded Malcolm’s mind, but time was short.

Helag’s speed prevented Malcolm from inflicting harm.

Malcolm’s form was nearly invincible but lacked agility.

Normally, he could flee if outmatched.

But as flesh ground, he couldn’t move, bound to the spot.

Malcolm’s expansion wasn’t limitless; his goal was to cover the wizard plane, but he lacked the power.

Covering 2,000 square meters was impressive, but Helag was a formidable opponent.

Helag flashed across the flesh ground, exploiting openings to drain life force.

Gradually, the ground’s vibrant red dulled.

Helag noticed the ground’s pulse weakened significantly.

Once strong and rhythmic, it now faltered, slow and erratic.

Malcolm wished to revert forms, but reconstituting his body required time to gather the flesh.

Time he didn’t have.

Helag drove his fist into the ground like a spike, drawing life force into himself.

His body, infused with Thunder God Ancestor bloodline power, easily absorbed the life force, barely a fraction of its capacity.

Helag marveled at the bloodline’s strength, pondering the nature and level of the Thunder God Ancestor.

Sadly, no records existed, leaving no clues.