With a single strike from Liu Zhi, the world turned black and white. No matter what abilities the creature that looked like a Mind-Flayer possessed, it couldn't move at all under this blow.
Liu Zhi could clearly see the expression on its face. There seemed to be fear in its eyes, but there was also a trace of relief.
It looked like someone who had been trapped for years finally being set free.
As Thunder God's Destroyer Fang pierced its brow, it still had time to thank Liu Zhi.
Then Liu Zhi suddenly felt something stir in his heart. Some kind of psychic power was transmitting something.
Liu Zhi hesitated, looking at the soul fading away before him. In the end, he decided to let the psychic force send the thing into him.
The moment he came into contact with it, he heard a hoarse voice echo in his mind.
"If you can't win, run. If you can't run, leave the game. If you really can't leave, find a way to die. Whatever you do, don't fall into the hands of any faction in this world."
Liu Zhi froze for a moment. Then a flood of memories surged into him.
From these memories, Liu Zhi learned about a level-four Necromancer who was close to level five.
He had come to this game world three hundred years ago to complete a Necromancer advancement trial.
This player's ability was Frankenstein's Monster. He could stitch the most useful parts of other creatures onto himself without any difficulty.
His next step was soul stitching. At that point, he would be able to stitch powerful souls onto his own.
He had already reached that stage, and had even gone further in certain respects.
But everything changed when he accidentally discovered the Mind-Flayers' astral ship while