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Chapter 2390 Pursuit

In the Holy Realm, the adjudicator Orkney and his team opened their eyes simultaneously. The isolation barrier surrounding the World of Forests had completely vanished.

A glint of sharpness appeared in Orkney’s eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, “The barrier has disappeared; pursue!”

“Yes!”

The five of them sat together once more, closing their eyes again to sense Fang Heng’s aura and establish a descent passage.

After three hours of concentrated effort, one of the Purifier oracles opened his eyes and looked at Orkney. “Sir, Fang Heng’s position is being affected by a special force. We may be unable to track his exact location, and the descent point may experience significant deviations.”

“Hmm, no matter. We will continue the pursuit. The Great Sage has commanded that Fang Heng must be brought back to the Holy Realm.”

Orkney knew that Fang Heng must have set some traps for them in the World of Forests.

It didn’t matter.

In the face of absolute power, he didn’t believe Fang Heng had any room left to resist.

They could make countless mistakes, but Fang Heng could not. The moment he showed even a hint of weakness, Orkney swore he would capture Fang Heng and imprison him in the Holy Realm forever!

Meanwhile, Fang Heng had already returned from the Realm of Hell, quietly staying in the black stone forest of the Inner World, waiting for the Holy Court’s pursuers to arrive.

Choosing to hide in the stone forest was a well-thought-out decision.

Under the cover of the surrounding black fog, the Holy Court’s tracking might be partially affected.

As for how much it would be affected, that was a matter of luck.

Unfortunately, the black fog in this place was too dense, and Mo Jiawei couldn’t endure it. Otherwise, he would have been brought along without question.

With that in mind, Fang Heng slowly closed his eyes.

The battle was imminent.

He pushed aside all other thoughts, focusing on cultivating his spirit to achieve his best state.

It was time to gamble!

This was the moment that would determine whether he gained or lost!

Meanwhile, in the Outer World, Tippy had gathered her subordinates from the soul tribe and assembled outside the habitat of the root tribe.

Following Fang Heng’s orders, Duke Bellamy of the vampires led a group of vampires alongside the soul tribe to exterminate the root tribe.

Since the vampires had enhanced their dimensional energy, the backlash within Bellamy had significantly diminished. Now, with Fang Heng’s authorization, she could even manipulate the Licker group on a small scale.

The group had been lying in ambush on the periphery for a full five hours.

Tippy felt increasingly uneasy.

She never expected that Fang Heng would find a way to deal with Shaluba so quickly, aiming for a complete eradication.

The speed of his actions made the soul tribe members feel a sense of unease.

Shaluba was terrifyingly powerful, having single-handedly destroyed the entire soul tribe before.

Could he really finish this so quickly?

…

In the Inner World, within the root tribe camp, Fang Heng hid behind a towering black stone pillar, surrounded by thick black fog.

[Warning: The tracking team sent by the Holy Realm will arrive in 3 minutes. Please be cautious.]

A crimson warning message appeared on Fang Heng’s retina.

“They’re coming.”

Fang Heng felt a rush of energy and immediately expanded his perception to its limit!

He quickly shifted his gaze towards the distance.

Above the root tribe camp, faint ripples of spatial strength began to emerge in the air.

Patches of holy power gradually materialized.

“Luck is on my side!”

Fang Heng silently cheered.

The Holy Realm’s teleportation was indeed affected by the black fog, causing a slight deviation in their descent point. They didn’t appear right next to him but instead materialized outside the root tribe camp.

While the deviation wasn’t significant, it was enough for him to make his move!

Fang Heng immediately stood up and darted deeper into the black fog.

Outside the root tribe camp, under the influence of the holy power, the spatial fluctuations gradually expanded, revealing countless spots of holy light.

Stimulated by the holy attribute, the surrounding black fog surged toward the light spots!

“Chi!! Chi chi chi chi!!!”

The black fog erupted like boiling water, producing violent vapor.

The intense ripples immediately attracted the attention of the root tribe guards within the camp.

“Quick! Report to the Great Elder!”

Geoffrey, receiving the news, hurriedly led his subordinates to investigate.

“What on earth is that?”

Geoffrey gazed up at the rapidly condensing waves of holy energy in the sky, his heart sinking.

Golden light spots swirled and gathered in the air, coalescing into a sphere of light at the center, as if something was being birthed within it.

This power was unlike anything he had seen before; it seemed to significantly suppress the power of the demonic seed.

This was definitely not a good omen!

Furrowing his brow, Geoffrey raised his scepter high.

“Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!”

A large number of natural arrows, entwined with black mist, rapidly shot toward the glowing orb in the sky!

“Bang! Bang bang bang!!!”

Before the arrows could even make contact with the orb, they were affected by the external holy ripples, exploding midair.

The exploded black fog surged toward the glowing orb!

“Useless.”

Everyone could see that the arrows and black mist only slightly affected the speed at which the orb coalesced.

The radiance continued to grow visibly!

Boom!

In just a few seconds, the holy light erupted outward, directly purging the area around it and creating a nearly hundred-meter-wide dark golden sacred domain!

At the center of this sacred domain, the Holy Realm’s adjudicator, Orkney, descended with four Purifiers.

Orkney opened his eyes and surveyed the dense black fog surrounding him, his brow furrowing tightly.

Demonic seed pollution!

Such a high concentration?

What was going on?

Wasn’t this the World of Forests?

Why did this place look more like the domain of the demonic seed?

Or did Fang Heng’s appearance turn this place into a polluted land?

And where was Fang Heng?

Orkney scanned the area, his gaze settling on the members of the root tribe below, and asked, “Where is Fang Heng?”

Geoffrey and his group, witnessing the descent of the Holy Realm, were initially confused about what was happening. They could only deduce that the newcomers were incredibly powerful. Upon hearing Orkney’s question, their minds went blank.

Fang Heng!

Could this group be the reinforcements summoned by Fang Heng?

A Purifier from the Holy Court shook his head and said, “Sir, don’t waste time on these demonic seed minions. I’ll take care of them.”

As he spoke, the Purifier stepped forward, raising his holy long sword and slashing it outward.

“Buzz…!”

With the swing of the long sword, a blade of holy power coalesced and expanded outward!

The sword light instantly stretched several meters in the air, bearing down on the root tribe members below.

Not good!

Geoffrey felt an immense pressure; his heart dropped, and his pupils constricted. He forcefully struck his scepter downward!

The layer of black fog surrounding the camp surged forward, forming a massive barrier to block the incoming sword light.

“Boom! Boom boom!!!”

The sword light struck the black fog barrier, causing an explosion that sent holy ripples spreading outwards, clearing a large area of black mist within the camp!

Geoffrey felt as if he had been dealt a heavy blow; his face instantly drained of color, leaving him pale and breathless. His body uncontrollably leaned backward, and he was only saved from falling by two quick-thinking guards from the root tribe who caught him.

What terrifying strength!

Geoffrey was shocked.

Just that one sword strike had given him a sense of being utterly powerless!