In this transaction, Angel had actually paid almost nothing from beginning to end. The White Light Bullets were transformed undead; the undead belonged to Black Castle, and the infant spirits also belonged to Black Castle.
Of course, it could not be said that he had contributed nothing at all.
Without the Prelude of Reincarnation he had refined, none of what followed could have happened.
Angel continued advancing. Before long, the second and third White Light Bullets had also been loaded into the cylinder.
Having been caught out once by undead bursting up from underground, Angel included the ground within his surveillance range this time, to prevent a repeat of what had happened before.
Yet danger did not always come from unguarded corners. Sometimes, it came from carelessness.
The surrounding wizards were mainly holding back the Undead Aggregates, allowing the remaining souls to approach Angel so that he could deal with them using the Prelude of Reincarnation.
There had been no problems many times before, but this time, a major oversight occurred.
The undead surged out in full force. Nearly a thousand of them surrounded Angel from every direction.
This was the largest group of undead Angel had encountered today. He had initially remained calm and composed, because no matter how numerous they were, as long as there were no special undead or bizarre entities like infant spirits, dealing with them would be as easy as chopping vegetables.
But when he actually made his move, he discovered that something was wrong.
Some of the undead suddenly began blazing with light as they approached Angel.
The instant he saw that, Angel realized what was happening. The Undead Aggregates were self-destructing! And there was more than one—at least a hundred had charged into Angel's range at once.
The energy within these Undead Aggregates