Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game Chapter 2643 – Chapter 2643: The Final Sliver of Health

Chapter 2643: The Final Sliver of Health
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The black dragon’s HP was reduced to the smallest sliver of health. Finally, unable to support its massive body any longer, it crashed to the ground with a loud bang.

“Bang!!!”

The enormous body of the black dragon crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Beneath its pitted and cracked black scale armor, the dragon’s flesh had been almost completely corroded, and stinky blood kept seeping out.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

The group of Lickers, gathered at the edges of the cavern, immediately rushed forward. A small portion of the Lickers lunged at the black dragon, swinging their sharp claws to continue attacking and further weaken its HP.

Meanwhile, the remaining Lickers quickly formed cocoons, reverting to their vine zombie forms. Tendrils extended from their bodies, swiftly wrapping around the black dragon, and entangling it.

Fang Heng stood within the safe area, constantly observing the game prompts.

Dragon creatures had exceptionally thick HP and strong self-healing abilities, so the Lickers had to continue attacking to keep the dragon in a critically wounded state.

With this in mind, Fang Heng slowly raised his hand.

Under the influence of the blood manipulation power, more and more stinky blood seeped out of the black dragon’s body and slid to the ground.

The large pools of dragon blood on the ground slowly floated into the air, condensing into tiny blood droplets that gradually gathered towards Fang Heng’s outstretched palm, eventually forming a blood blob.

“Sizzle, sizzle…”

The blood blob in Fang Heng’s palm quickly purified, with impurities steadily vaporizing.

“Not bad…”

Fang Heng muttered to himself.

The quality of the dragon blood was extremely high, enough to replenish the energy lost during the battle with the Thousand-Spike Fish.

At the same time, the zombie clones freed up their hands and began casting sealing techniques on the critically wounded dragon.

[Hint: The player’s zombie clone (vine-transformed body) is attempting to seal the black dragon.]

[Hint: Sealing failed. The player has received 14,133 sealing skill experience points.]

As expected, it was highly likely to fail.

No worries!

The sealing process continued at a steady pace.

Not to mention, each sealing attempt brought in over 10,000 skill experience points.

It was an excellent way to grind experience!

Moreover, there was no time limit for the final stage of the assessment.

And the dragon clan possessed powerful vitality. As long as one carefully controlled the output of the Licker’s attacks, the black dragon wouldn’t die easily in a short amount of time.

Come on! Grind, grind, grind!

Inside the Sealing Art Assessment Hall, everyone saw that Fang Heng had completely controlled the black dragon and was once again following the same old routine. The crowd fell into silence once again.

Using brute force to attack the black dragon and significantly weakening its strength…

It was indeed the most direct approach.

However, very few sealing art scholars were capable of pulling this off.

Not to mention doing it with summoned creatures.

Fang Heng, on the other hand, was directly hiding in the safe area, avoiding any direct attacks from the black dragon.

It felt as though this time the sealing art assessment had encountered a reckless brute force approach.

Completely illogical, just breaking the situation with pure strength!

And did he exploit a bug?

As for what Fang Heng was about to do next, the examiners had already guessed. It was nothing more than using a large number of summoned creatures to continuously apply sealing runes on the black dragon to perform the sealing technique.

It was just a matter of when luck would suddenly strike, hitting a small chance, and the seal would happen to succeed.

The crowd exchanged glances.

Not to mention, from their perspective, the success rate didn’t seem too low.

At the very least, Fang Heng seemed to have no significant consumption on his side?

Thinking further, if Fang Heng were fortunate enough to succeed, he would become the youngest person in history to pass the assessment.

It had already been 12 hours since Fang Heng entered the assessment.

The examiners didn’t feel tired.

Having come this far, no one wanted to end it yet.

Everyone was eager to find out whether Fang Heng would truly pass the final test.

Naturally, Fang Heng wasn’t in a hurry.

After all, there was still a long way to go before his grandmaster-level skills were fully leveled up.

Besides, the black dragon was a genuine demigod-level creature, much harder to seal than the Ethereal Statue in the death realm, making the sealing failure experience far more rewarding.

If the karst cave area were any larger, he would have simply summoned all his zombie clones to grind for skill experience.

But for now, he would just keep grinding slowly.

Fang Heng closed his eyes and settled into an AFK mode.

This AFK session lasted a full three days.

The sealing art research team and the instructors had been accompanying Fang Heng in the assessment hall for a full three days.

It felt like they were watching a TV series and were eager to see the final outcome.

However, no one expected that Fang Heng would truly endure for an entire three days and nights in the trial!

With a series of crackling explosions…

Suddenly, a flash of purple light streaked across.

What!

One of the instructors immediately tensed up, lifting his head and staring intently at the mirror projection.

It worked!

As the purple light flashed, the black dragon, sealed by the rune paper, transformed into a sheet of rune paper that gently landed on the ground.

Subsequent rune papers thrown toward the black dragon fell into the air and became ineffective.

Seeing this, everyone’s eyes were filled with shock.

Incredible!

Did it really work?

Did this kid actually manage to do it?

Everyone turned their gaze toward Fang Heng in the assessment projection.

Fang Heng was still sitting in place, eyes closed in deep concentration.

It wasn’t until over half an hour later that he finally opened his eyes.

Huh?

Where was the black dragon?

Fang Heng paused for a moment, then realized that, during his break, one of his idle zombie clones must have triggered a small chance event and sealed the black dragon without him even noticing!

It was a bit surprising.

He had thought that he would need to level up his sealing art to an extraordinary level before he could successfully seal the dragon.

But he never expected it to work.

In the next moment, a dark-colored light descended from the high ceiling of the cave.

A dark book appeared in front of him.

[Hint: The player has passed all the assessments in the sealing art trial grounds, and has obtained a demigod-level sealing art advancement book.]

Done!

Demigod-level!

Fang Heng quickly stashed the advancement book into his inventory.

In just three days, his grandmaster-level sealing art had reached Level 48, leaving only 2 levels to reach the maximum level.

It seemed that after advancing to the transcendent level, the experience points required for future upgrades would increase significantly, meaning he would need to grind for even longer to reach the max level.

[Hint: The player has completed the final assessment. The player can leave the trial by using the stone pillar.]

Fang Heng stood up and looked toward the stone pillar in the center of the cave.

This stone pillar hadn’t been there before; it had appeared only after he had completed the sealing of the black dragon.

He walked over to the stone pillar, extended his hand, and gently touched it.

Buzz…

Immediately, a faint green light enveloped his hand, surrounding him in its glow.

When he opened his eyes again, Fang Heng realized he had returned to the Great Hall of the assessment.

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So many people?

Fang Heng was a bit curious, wondering why there was such a large crowd gathered around him.

And the way they were looking at him… It made him feel a little strange.

What Fang Heng didn’t know was that, while he had been in his meditative state, the sealing art instructors had been discussing a study plan for several years.

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