Liu Zhi had already seen that this player had probably reached the mythical level but was suppressing his strength and starting over from scratch.
An existence like this had experienced everything and naturally possessed all kinds of methods. After all, not every player could withstand starting over from scratch. They did not want anything to happen to them while starting over, so they would certainly make all kinds of preparations.
Therefore, he had definitely planned for all kinds of situations he could imagine encountering.
He had not failed to imagine the situation before him. He simply had not expected it to happen to a level 6 Necromancer like Liu Zhi.
Under such circumstances, his expression turned rather unpleasant.
Although that was what he had said, he had all kinds of preparations, yet some things should naturally be used as little as possible.
He was only level 4 now. Who knew what he would encounter later? If he casually used something meant to deal with mythical-level opponents, what would he do if he truly encountered one later?
While he was hesitating, Liu Zhi struck again with his sword. This time, he felt that Liu Zhi's sword had already come close to his eye.
Although at their level, whether their eyes were still in their original positions did not actually affect their observation of their surroundings,
instinct still made him dodge slightly.
Just then, he heard Liu Zhi's voice.
"Got you."
Before he could understand what was happening, he heard a ding.
The object that had been stuck to the center of his forehead was flicked off by Liu Zhi.
In the next instant, Liu Zhi felt a soul aura rushing toward his face.
Although the man's body itself had not changed at all, it was obvious that his soul had been