"Chi! Chi chi chi!!!"
The red worm life form spread along Fang Heng's right hand, and as soon as it touched it, it would quickly bite!
Almost instantly, Fang Heng's right hand was devoured by the red worm body!
His entire palm was devoured in the blink of an eye!
What the hell was this thing?!
Fang Heng's heart skipped a beat as he quickly retreated, putting a large distance between himself and Proust. His eyes gleamed with caution.
Who was that guy?
He looked severely injured, yet still had such terrifying combat strength.
"Fang Heng!"
The instructors, seeing Fang Heng injured, were taken aback.
However, the next moment, they saw Fang Heng's severed right hand rapidly regenerating.
Fortunately, Fang Heng possessed a powerful self-recovery ability.
Proust looked at Fang Heng, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
