The Scheme of an Outer God's Incarnation. "Damn little thief."
The black-robed Spellcaster looked at the furious High Elf, raised his hand, and a summoning array took shape. Three Intermediate Soul Intent undead walked out from within.
"Stop him."
After giving the order, the black-robed Spellcaster drove the enslaved ferocious beast onward, continuing deeper into the forest.
He had fled here in a panic, but the dense Death Force made him feel what it was like to be favored by fate.
Once he devoured this Death Force, he would not be far from Legendary.
He would kill several High-tier Soul Intent necromancers and liches he had already chosen, wash away the sin of toying with souls, then suppress a few Demonic Calamities. Then becoming a Legend would happen naturally.
In the jungle, after watching the last Intermediate Soul Intent undead be destroyed, the High Elf leaned against the trunk of a great tree and coughed violently several times.
After falling into the spatial turbulence, he had not had that damned undead's good luck. Not only had his body been badly injured, even his soul had been wounded.
If the other party had not feared that he would detonate that Legendary-tier magic treasure and drag him down with him, then what he released now would probably not have been undead to hold him back, but would instead have turned him into one of the undead in his hands.
"God of Dawn above, I hope I will not fail your expectations."
Suppressing his injuries, the High Elf picked up his longbow and followed the nauseating aura of undeath, chasing after the black-haired Spellcaster.
Not long after the High Elf left, the black-robed Spellcaster's figure slowly appeared at the center of the battlefield.
Looking at the burning great tree, the black-robed Spellcaster waved