Prince Ak struggled for quite a while before finally using his sword to force himself unsteadily to his feet.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from his face, his fingertips still trembling slightly.
His blurred gaze lifted and settled on the several liches in midair.
Their figures flickered in and out amid the gray mist and black vapor. Like the gaze of death itself, they filled him with an irrepressible sense of despair.
Not far away, Lanlost and the burly man were similarly short of breath, their faces pale.
They hid behind a shattered boulder, gasping as they watched the Bone Dragon in the distance, which had lost its tail but continued roaring without end.
The Bone Dragon's roars shook the air, carrying an undisguised aura of savagery that made everyone's chests feel tight.
Bitterness welled up in Prince Ak's heart—this operation seemed to have been thoroughly suppressed by Ang from the very beginning.
After a brief recovery, the three liches once again circled high in the sky.
Their seemingly calm posture concealed Killing Intent.
Ang clearly had not relaxed. With a raise of his hand, nine Holy Light Magic arrays lit up once more, and amid the dazzling radiance, a new Holy Light Spear slowly condensed.
This time, the liches had clearly learned their lesson.
Before the Holy Light Spear had fully taken shape, they immediately scattered, no longer giving Ang any chance to trap them together.
Seeing this, Ang frowned slightly. A trace of impatience flashed through his eyes, but he ultimately abandoned the thought of attacking.
The Holy Light Spear still hovered high overhead, like a sharp sword suspended in the air, ready to fall at any moment.
So long as the liches dared draw close again, they would immediately suffer a fatal blow.
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