What kind of experience is the infinite resurrection? Shen Mu was shocked and stunned at first, but then he had already begun to become a little numb.

This fat man doesn't know what kind of ability it is, or what kind of special physique it is, it seems that he can't be killed at all, no matter how powerful the attack is, even if he is torn into dozens of pieces and burned to ashes, he can quickly resurrect in place. And that's not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that he actually rises by one class level every time he dies and resurrects. Second, fifth, and seventh order...... soared all the way, and in the end, I forgot how many times I died, how many levels I had been promoted, in short, the current fat man's combat power is amazingly strong.

Asa Claire was completely stunned by this punch, and it took a long time to get up from the ground, still touching his cheek in disbelief. He could clearly feel the force of the punch just now, almost breaking the bones of his whole body.

It was only at this time that he calmed down a little, and seriously observed the fat man with the mentality of facing the enemy.

Now the fat man in this state can no longer be called a fat man. His body lost weight several times, as if he had been reborn. And there is also a faint layer of green jade like light on his body, forming a battle armor style, as if he is wearing a layer of green jade armor.

"Very well, this is the first time I've met an opponent like you!" Asakclaire clenched his fist hard, and his blood-colored pupils suddenly erected, as a burst of black light rose from under his feet, rotating around his body, and finally formed a black-red demon armor.

"I wouldn't believe in such a thing as an infinite resurrection. Asaclair pulled out a blood-colored blade from the void, and said analytically: "Your body will lose a circle after each resurrection, it should be that the resurrection needs to consume the energy in your body! So I want to know if once the energy in your body is consumed, can you still live again? Also, how long can you maintain this state now? It is impossible to maintain it forever! Otherwise, how could you have been only a first-order Droy before?"

Asaclaire is not a veteran demon who has lived for millions of years, and after calming down from the initial shock and panic, he quickly analyzed the current state of the fat man.

The fat man's face changed slightly at what he said, and he was a little shocked in his heart. It must be said that Asakclaire is too experienced, and the analysis is very accurate, and his weaknesses can be seen at once.

That's right, his infinite resurrection has an innate limit, and each resurrection consumes the energy in his body, not a magical element. Rather, it is traditional energy derived from food like proteins, carbohydrates, fats, glycogen, etc. Once all this energy is depleted, he cannot be resurrected. So he has been eating desperately, even if he takes an extra bite, it can save his life at a critical moment.

In addition, the combat power he increased after resurrection is indeed unable to be maintained for a long time, and the state after each resurrection can only last for a minute at most. After a minute, he will be back to his original state.

So he must hurry up and take out Asa Claire right now!

Thinking of this, the fat man didn't want to say any more nonsense, and a dodge appeared behind Asa Claire and punched him straight to the heart.

Asaclaire was already on guard at this time, and he could still hit him easily again, dodged sideways, and retreated sharply to distance himself from the fat man again.

His idea is very simple, that is, to use his body and various defensive means to drag it on, and he believes that the fat man's state must not be able to last long. The last person who was anxious must not be him.

Sure enough, several consecutive attacks missed, and then watched the time being consumed second by second, the fat man began to get more and more anxious, and the attacks became more and more chaotic and unorganized, just like a child fighting.

"Haha...... I've discovered another Achilles' heel of yours!" Asa Claire continued to dodge and said deliberately mockingly: "Your attack methods are too scarce, you have high-level power but you don't know how to use it at all, you are just relying on strong physical strength, so you are just a treasure in the air, give up, you can't win!"

The fat man himself had already begun to be a little chaotic, and at this time, he was disturbed by his words for a while, and it became more and more chaotic. Especially when he counted the time silently, there were less than ten seconds left, and at this time his heart was like an ant on a hot pot.

"Why is it getting messy? Am I right? How long can you keep it like this? I guess, a minute, or two? Or not even a minute!" Asaclair smirked playfully.

Today is the most embarrassing day in his life, even if he was beaten by Wulong and escaped from death, he has never been so embarrassed. He was driven to this extent by two little ant-like people, so he decided that he would kill them both in the most brutal way in hell.

But at this moment, the fat man suddenly changed his attack method, and directly pounced on him with open arms, with a posture of wanting to pull him to the end.

But Asakrel didn't want to get entangled with him, let alone die with him. A sword blocked him, and his body quickly retreated. But he didn't expect the fat man to suddenly change direction, grabbed his arm with both hands, and slammed his sword directly into his chest.

He's looking for his own death!

Azaclaire's heart was alarmed, and she wanted to take the bloody blade back, but it was too late. The sharp blade of the blood blade had already pierced directly through the fat man's chest, and then he saw the fat man's mouth spurting blood with a weird smile on his face.

For the first time, Asakrel hated why his sword was so sharp, and for the first time, he was afraid that the enemy would die under his sword.

The current fat man's strength is on par with him, but he is slightly lacking in combat experience and combat skills. If he were to die again......

Asakclair had a premonition that something was wrong, and immediately instigated the Demon Wings to fly quickly into the air, staring nervously downward, staring closely at the fat man's figure. But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him:

"Are you looking for me?"

Asaclaire was shocked, and after quickly regaining distance, he turned his head to find that the fat man had appeared directly behind him at some point.

He had been staring at the fat man's body all the time! Why did he suddenly appear behind him all of a sudden? What did this mean? It showed that the fat man's speed had surpassed his vision!

How could it be so strong? Before Asakrel could think of a way to deal with it, he felt a violent convulsion in his abdomen, but it turned out that the fat man quickly bullied him and punched him directly in the abdomen. The force of this punch was too great, and the strength of the punch penetrated through the flesh and skin, almost breaking all the organs in his body.

Asthakrel's body was bowed into a shrimp, and a large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs spurted out of his mouth, but he still managed to shake his wings in severe pain, trying to distance himself from the fat man again.

"It's useless, you should know what it means to be one rank apart at this level?" The fat man didn't give him any chance at all, he grabbed his arm directly, picked up his right fist and smashed it into his chest and face.

In the lower level stage, there is not much problem with the difference in class level by one or two levels. But when it comes to the high-level stage, even if it is a difference of one order, it is the difference between heaven and earth. Unless there is a heaven-defying level of combat skills, magic or weapons and equipment, it will not be able to bridge this huge gap at all.

Although Asaclaire's level is not low, he is only a lord in the hell plane, and he can have anti-heaven level combat skills, magic, and weapons and equipment. Moreover, after so many years of lingering, his strength was not even half of what he was at his peak, so he was not at all the opponent of the fat man who had been promoted to the first order again at this time.

And the fat man also proved a truth by himself, when there is an absolute gap in strength, any skill is useless.

The fat man's body strength has now reached a terrifying level, and every punch can make a huge sonic boom in the air. In his eyes, Asakclair was a living target at this time, and the continuous heavy punches vented all the pain of each previous death, chest, heart, throat, and head...... All of these key points were attacked by him with the most ferocity.

For a minute, the fat man used Asakrael as a target and hit him in mid-air for a minute. I don't know how many punches he threw in the end, but in the end, Asacclaire was completely out of shape, and his flesh and blood were blurred more like a mess of mud.

Bang!

Sensing that the time was about to come, the fat man threw a powerful punch at the end, completely blasting Asa Claire into a volley and blowing it into a pile of blood mist.

As soon as the time for transformation was over, the fat man fell from mid-air as if he had lost all his strength in an instant, and fell to the ground with a wail. The mental anguish caused by more than twenty consecutive deaths, as well as the consequences of overdrawing the energy in the body, all exploded at this moment. The whole body was convulsed in a cold sweat, and his body was shriveled as if he had been sucked dry, it was really hard to imagine that he was still a fat man weighing more than two hundred pounds just a few minutes ago.

"Dead fatty, are you okay!" Shen Mu rushed over at the first time, and raised his hand to make two consecutive healing techniques. However, the fat man's current situation is that there is a huge energy deficit, and his mental impact has been severely affected, so ordinary healing techniques have no effect at all.

"Eat, is there anything to eat!" The fat man grabbed Shen Mu's arm as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and his eye sockets were deep and said eagerly: "Give me something to eat, anything!"

"Ah, yes, yes!" Shen Mu hurriedly opened his backpack and poured out all the food he had prepared.

The fat man is really hungry now, no matter what it is, he doesn't even look at it, he just tears open the package and stuffs it in his mouth. His infinite resurrection is quite powerful to use, but the consumption is really amazing, he used the fat he had stored for three months, and the essence was consumed in just ten minutes. And he could feel that his last rebirth and resurrection was actually an overdraft that consumed some of his energy, and if he couldn't make up for it in time, he probably might die at any time.

The rapid heartbeat was like a life-threatening note, and the fat man repeatedly accelerated the speed of eating, and finally almost didn't have time to chew and just stuffed it into his throat, and his stomach was now a huge bottomless pit, and whatever went into it could be turned into energy in an instant.

However, after all, Shen Mu was just an ordinary normal human being, and the food he prepared for himself was limited, how could he fill the fat man's stomach in such a non-human state at this time? The food reserves of more than twenty days were all eaten in just a few minutes, but the energy overdrawn by the fat man still could not be filled.

Shen Mu was also anxious at this time. The situation is urgent, and he doesn't care whether these herbs are poisonous or not, whether there are side effects, or if the pharmacology is conflicting, he just opens the backpack and dumps it on the ground.

"Eat this!" Shen Mu didn't feel distressed at all, and put packets on the ground one after another, and stuffed a few elixirs such as ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum into the fat man's mouth.

It is true that the energy contained in these herbs is much more than that of normal food. After the fat man gulped down a few packets, he felt that his heartbeat was not so fast, and he knew that the overdrawn energy should be filled. He also picked up a life.

"Enough, enough!" the fat man waved his hand, sat up and gasped for breath, looked at the blood mist lingering in front of him, and said, "This guy should be dead!"

"Unless he can be resurrected like you, he will die!" Shen Mu touched the sweat on his head, sat down on the ground tiredly, and asked: "What the hell is going on with you? I didn't see that you are the hidden big boss! Of course, if it's inconvenient to say, I didn't ask!"

"There's nothing you can't say!" the fat man didn't seem to mind his secret, ripped open his neck, pulled out a pendant from under his neck, and pointed to it, "This is it." I found it three months ago when I was packing up my grandfather's belongings, and I thought it looked pretty good, so I put it around my neck. Then I woke up from a nap with some more information about this pendant in my head, and then it became like this inexplicably!"

Shen Mu took the pendant and looked at it, only to see that it was a jade-colored warrior golem, and he couldn't help but shudder in his heart, thinking of something not very good. Turning his head, he asked, "I'm not mistaken, you're a druid, right?"

"Yes!" the fat man nodded, "It was originally a beast druid, but since I brought this thing, I can't transform anymore, and I can't take it off now!"

"I seem to know a little!" Shen Mu returned the Golem pendant, carefully put it away for him, and then said very seriously: "Congratulations, you can do whatever you want in the future!"