"His name is Aionel!"
Aionel? Liu Zhi shook his head. He'd never heard that name before.
But now that he knew who that person was—or rather, now that he knew Aionel's name—there was no need to worry about his identity anymore.
Liu Zhi immediately used his abilities to make every creature and undead in the ghost realm shout the same name.
"Aionel!"
When he heard the name, Aionel couldn't help but cry out.
"No!"
But it was already too late. A voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Winter Wind, so this is where you've been hiding."
Then a bolt of lightning struck from the void, hitting Aionel squarely.
With that strike, Aionel's golden body exploded, transforming into countless storms swirling with snow and wind.
Aionel's face was still visible within the storm.
But that state didn't last long.
Soon, bolt after bolt of lightning came crashing down from the void, striking the storm again and again.
Gradually, the storm shrank until, at last, only four objects remained on the ground.
The first was a blue crystal orb about the size of a fist. Winds seemed to blow within it, while snowflakes drifted around its exterior.
It was the core of an elemental being.
That alone was enough to show that Aionel was dead.
Next was a leaf-shaped object bearing the name "Aionel." The leaf had been shattered, and it seemed this was how he had concealed his name.
Then there was a black necklace set with several tiny gems. It didn't look particularly remarkable, but it was enveloped in a thick aura of yin energy. It was clearly what had enabled Aionel to become a necromancer.
Last were his two curved-blade artifacts. They were now embedded in the ground, still emanating the chill of wind and ice.
These four objects must