A big fool without a head—what was there to brag about? Besides, I hadn't fallen yet... After hearing Tinwood's words, the Lich Old Man couldn't help curling his lip.
Then he looked up at Tinwood and said, "All right, I admit, it did surprise me that you saw through my Soul Walk. But that isn't all I can do. I haven't even used my ultimate move yet."
"Oh? Your ultimate move? What is it?"
"This!"
The Lich Old Man suddenly shouted, his body shaking as massive clouds of black mist erupted from the pores of his skin. The Black Scythe that Tinwood had snapped earlier was drawn back through the air, reforming and condensing before him.
A few seconds later, a roar like that of an ancient beast rang out. The black mist dispersed, and a White Bone Spear appeared in the Lich Old Man's hand.
The spear was more than two meters long and looked immensely heavy. Intricate patterns covered the shaft, stretching all the way to the tip.
The entire spear looked like a work of art.
Holding the spear, the Lich Old Man's face turned pale, and his body trembled incessantly, as though he had exhausted far too much strength.
At the same time, a terrifying aura radiated from him, like the Death God of the Netherworld who ruled over life.
The Lich Old Man glared at Tinwood and cursed irritably, "You stupid block of wood, honestly, I never wanted to risk my life against you. But now I have no choice. Do you know why? Because you're stupid! So no matter which of us dies here today, we'll have been killed by your stupidity! Killed by stupidity!"
With a roar on the final word, the Lich Old Man raised his arm and hurled the spear at