After dealing with the Dark Enchanted Armament Warrior, Ang took a deep breath.
After quietly chanting the spell, he released Shapeshifting and changed from a lizardman back into the form of a young, sturdy human.
Without the slightest hesitation, he swiftly stripped the Enchanted Armament pieces from the dead enemy and put them on himself.
Dark magic lingered on the surface of the armor. Ang frowned slightly but did not dispel it.
Instead, he circulated his own Holy Light Power, deeply concealing that sacred aura.
As magic power flowed, he deliberately drew out the dark aura instead, letting it shroud his body as though he truly were a Dark Enchanted Armament Warrior who had barely escaped death in battle.
Staggering out of the woods, Ang kept his head lowered, his steps unsteady, as if he could collapse at any moment.
The Black Mage in the sky took in the entire scene, his brow furrowing slightly.
After hesitating for a moment, he still guided his Magic Broom down slowly, landing thirty paces away from Ang.
"A single Mountain Lizardman did this to you?" the Black Mage muttered as he strode over, his voice carrying undisguised reproach. "I really don't know how you've survived this long."
Ang went with the flow and collapsed to the ground, his body trembling slightly as though severely wounded and too weak even to lift his head.
The Black Mage shook his head, took a Water Therapy Technique scroll from his waist pouch, and casually unfurled it.
Pale blue water condensed into a glow and slowly scattered over Ang's body.
The instant the blue water touched his skin, Ang's eyes snapped open!
The Dragon Thorn Spear had somehow appeared in his hand. It became a streak of cold light and violently pierced through the Black Mage's throat!