"Find release..."
Lu Ran sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again,
the gray in his pupils, along with the deep gray vortex of energy around him, had faded away,
as if it had never existed.
"So people who use Necromancy in this world are called Evil Soul Masters..."
In the Sea of Consciousness,
Electrolux, a small gray ball of light, murmured to himself:
"This man didn't understand Necromancy. Perhaps someone else is proficient in it. The world is different, so perhaps I'll encounter new necromantic spells..."
"I hope they're someone who knows how to respect souls..."
The Death Messenger's screams didn't last long.
He was soon torn to shreds, not even a single intact fragment of bone left behind.
After fulfilling their long-held wish, the Corpse Slaves turned to look at Lu Ran, gratitude in their relieved eyes.
There were both men and women among them, including an old woman and a young man.
Lu Ran responded with a slight nod.
Soon,
their bodies dissolved, leaving only a pile of bones where they had stood.
"Phew..."
Lu Ran let out a breath.
He turned and walked to the collapsed tunnel, preparing to summon the Rock Crystal Dragon to dig his way back.
The tunnel was at least three hundred meters long.
It might seem lengthy,
but going around from outside—over the mountains—or circling back from the foot of the mountain would take far longer than digging his way back.
That didn't even include the time it would take to find the entrance.
After all, the other entrance was well hidden, especially from the sky.
Faintly,
Lu Ran sensed a tremor, along with a rumbling sound.
In the space of a breath,
the shaking rapidly intensified. "Rumble, rumble, rumble—"
"..."
He took a step back.
"Boom—"