After a brief daze, Barry heard Richard speak casually.
"Nothing is truly immortal. Someone once told me that he had been baptized by divine power, and that as long as a single drop of blood remained, he could survive. In the end, he still died. As for this 'Undead Blood Nightmare,' I think it is the same. As long as one wants to kill it, it can always be killed. The only difference is how great a price must be paid to kill it."
"Uh..." Barry responded blankly. At that moment, aside from agreeing, he truly could not think of anything else to do.
No!
He did have something to do.
Still stunned, Barry felt a flash of light pass through his mind, and he suddenly became alert.
With a start, he turned to look at Noan.
Noan was clearly in shock as well. He could not understand how his two powerful trusted subordinates, even after casting Undead Blood Nightmare, could still be killed instantly. Looking at their corpses, his brow was tightly furrowed.
Barry shouted, "Noan, do you know your crime?!"
"Me?" Noan came back to his senses, turned toward Barry, and curled his lip in apparent disdain. "I am guilty? What crime have I committed?"
"Are you still trying to deny it?" Barry sounded imposing as he shouted, "Your two subordinates actually learned a Forbidden spell like Undead Blood Nightmare. At the very least, you must bear the charge of negligence!"
"'Negligence'?" Noan laughed. "If we are going by what you say, then my crime is far more than negligence. I was the one who researched the Undead Blood Nightmare they used and taught it to them. That is much more serious than 'negligence.'"
"You actually admitted it?" Barry was briefly stunned, then cried out in delight, "Good,