Regardless of whether the White Death God believed it, Liu Zhi himself already believed it after seeing the Necromancer's arrangements.
The Big Boss of this world was recovering here—and had been doing so for quite a long time.
Seeing everything the Necromancer had done, Liu Zhi believed that in every other aspect, this Necromancer had definitely gone farther than he had along the path of the undead.
The two from the Southern Swamp Plane and the Northern Glacier Plane had long since grown accustomed to the Necromancer's methods, so they did not seem surprised by the situation before them.
Instead, Liu Zhi noticed that the Southern Swamp Plane had opened part of the plane's authority to the Necromancer, making it more convenient for him to set things up.
Liu Zhi would never have dared to do something like that.
This left Liu Zhi no choice but to admit that the Big Boss of the Southern Swamp Plane truly had enough strength and confidence. At the same time, he could not help admiring the fact that this Big Boss had two fairly decent friends.
As for himself, he seemed to have no good friends to whom he could entrust his life.
Liu Zhi could not help sighing that he had simply lived for too short a time. If he had had more time, he would not have been in such an awkward position.
Just then, the Death Knight tugged at Liu Zhi.
"Pay attention. They're here."
Them?
Liu Zhi was somewhat puzzled, but he did not release his divine sense to inspect the situation. That had been agreed upon from the beginning.
As an assassin, the White Death God was extremely sensitive to all kinds of traps and perceptions. The slightest disturbance would make him disappear without a trace.
Therefore, they