"Hey, are you four going to interfere too? Can you even understand what I'm saying?!"
Ang's voice boomed like thunder as he stared fixedly at the four undead liches behind Prince Ak, his gaze cold and sharp, filled with probing challenge.
The four liches hovered silently behind the prince, their bodies gaunt and their bones clearly visible.
Pale white soul flames burned within their hollow eye sockets, as though the aura of any living creature could not stir the slightest ripple within them.
Hearing Ang's words, Prince Ak's lips curled into a mocking smile. His voice was chilling and scornful. "Young man, undead liches were once human too. What you just said is an insult to them."
"Oh?" Ang narrowed his eyes.
Adelaide spoke from the side in an indifferent tone, as if he were merely making a casual observation. "Still... that was quite well said."
"After all, if they still retained even the slightest trace of humanity, your words might have ignited it. But unfortunately, they ceased being human long ago."
Yet his tone carried an air of fanning the flames, as though he feared the situation was not tense enough.
One of the four liches slowly raised its head. Its dark eye sockets settled coldly on Ang, its gaze hollow and utterly devoid of emotion.
At that instant, a familiar thought surfaced in Ang's mind.
He suddenly recalled a description he had once read in an ancient text: in pursuit of ultimate longevity, necromancers would willingly abandon their human identities and transform themselves into undead liches.
From then on, their flesh would be discarded and their souls permanently bound, turning them into another kind of existence.
They no longer possessed joy, anger, sorrow, or delight. In their place came indifference toward all living things and an impulse to