The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 3625

Seeing this scene, no matter how much the merfolk could not bear it or did not want Philip to lose to the professor,

they were powerless to put up a fight.

They were simply too weak.

"Go to hell, Philip Clarke!" the professor roared.

The eight heads launched their most powerful attacks one after another.

Various attacks assaulted Philip.

This seemingly calm underwater world trembled under the professor's attack.

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This seemingly calm underwater world trembled under the professor's attack.

The attacks were so powerful that Whirlpools formed one after another. Following the traction, the whole

underwater world shook. The sediment at the bottom overturned, and the ancient ruins quaked.

It seemed everything would be destroyed in the next second.

When the attacks were three feet away from Philip, it seemed as if everything stopped without a sound. Philip still

had his eyes closed at this moment. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of green light.

It was the essence of the source of life.

Due to this life essence, the elemental attacks lost all effects. Time seemed to have stopped.

The professor's eyes widened, and his towering body moved slowly toward Philip. "Impossible. Doesn't this life force

only work when an individual is injured?"

Although the professor had absorbed various energies before, he had never been in contact with the source of life

nor had a deep understanding of it. Therefore, he was surprised when he saw this scene.

As he moved, Philip's eyes snapped open.

The mark between his eyebrows flickered.

Under Philip's control, the green life essence flowed to the professor like silk threads drifting through the

underwater waves. A trace of fear flashed in the professor's eyes.

By right, this light and thread-like life essence could be easily destroyed by any elemental attack. However, no

matter how the professor urged the little heads to attack, he could not harm the silk threads at all.

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Seeing the silk threads getting closer to him, the professor abruptly retreated. However, due to his current huge

body, he moved slowly.

Finally, those threads of life essence landed on the professor's tentacles.

Swish!

Suddenly, the professor's tentacles seemed to be cut in half by a sharp knife, leaving a neat gash.

On top of that, the professor found it impossible to heal the wound. After cracking his brain, the professor still could

not figure out why the power from the source of life could cut his body open.

By right, even Philip's red-white flames could not destroy his tough body. However, his tentacles were actually out

off by these mere silk threads now. Even if he tried his best, he could not heal his tentacles.

The professor had lost his means of attack.