Ghost Li's body trembled slightly. As he looked at the senior brother before him, who still treated him as a friend no matter what he had become, ripples stirred in his icy eyes.
But they were soon replaced by coldness.
Ghost Li did not answer. He only nodded firmly.
"Good."
"Hahahaha!"
Watching the former fellow disciples suddenly join forces, the Lich laughed scornfully.
"How touching. What a pity that before absolute power, all struggles are futile."
"Today, I'll send you both on your way!"
With a furious roar, black light burst from his staff. A massive, evil aura of malice erupted, making heaven and earth lose their color.
Facing this world-destroying might, neither Li Xiaoyu nor Ghost Li showed any sign of panic.
They exchanged a glance and saw the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
The next moment, they transformed into streaks of blue and black light, attacking the Lich from opposite directions.
Autumn Water Sword burst with blue light, and Li Xiaoyu's righteous sword energy enveloped the Lich like a torrential storm.
Soul-Devouring Magic Rod also unleashed a bloody, murderous aura. Black shadows crisscrossed, sealing off every escape route.
One righteous, one wicked—the two forces now fused perfectly.
As the Lich watched the attacks sweep toward him from all directions, the disdain vanished from his face, replaced by gravity.
He knew he had underestimated the two young men. Their strength and coordination far surpassed his expectations.
"Boom!"
A thunderous crash shook heaven and earth.
Though the Lich possessed profound strength, he gradually began to falter under Li Xiaoyu and Ghost Li's combined assault.
Deep wounds, exposing bone, began to appear on his body. His aura grew faint.
"No! I can't die!"
A look of madness flashed through the Lich's eyes. With a furious roar, he detonated the staff