With a sweep of his tattered robe sleeve, a grayish-white stream of undead death energy shot at Karhan with a whoosh. Karhan instinctively muttered, "Old madman," then abruptly realized what he had said. His face turned deathly pale in fright. He let out a shriek, his body swayed, leaving several afterimages behind as he vanished hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye.
Lin Qi's brow twitched. That was not strength Karhan should possess. Karhan's feeble power was negligible; he could never have left afterimages in the air, much less directly torn open space to teleport away. Lin Qi sensed a peculiar energy fluctuation from Karhan. It was the effect of some magical artifact. That artifact had protected Karhan and helped him flee backward.
But Sogra was a terrifying existence at the level of an undead god-lord. Although he had been grievously wounded while hunted by the combined gods, and had endured a long slumber, leaving his strength far from recovered, his command of laws and power remained incomparably terrifying. Karhan had flashed away with the aid of a magical artifact, yet that grayish-white undead death energy effortlessly pierced through the void and appeared before him.
Karhan felt an icy chill pierce his entire body. He stared in terror at the grayish-white death energy rushing toward his face and instinctively screamed.
A crimson blaze shot into the sky. Barrel, who had been squatting nearby with a huge wine cask in his arms, drinking wildly, tore through the air and crashed before Karhan like a meteor falling from heaven, accompanied by a dull sound of rupturing air. Viscous magma wrapped Barrel's body, and flames a hundred meters high surged from him. Gripping a heavy warhammer in each hand, Barrel bared his teeth and roared at the death energy charging