Eat Too Much and You'll Burst to Death

Benjamin frowned.

Ahead, three liches stood side by side, each clutching a similar bone staff. Their bodies were rotted to varying degrees, but the dense aura of death gathering around them made every mage present feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Now this is getting interesting..." Even the system spoke up, saying blankly.

At that moment, the vines instantly became three times denser, spreading everywhere like an impenetrable fishing net. The difficulty of Miles's evasions skyrocketed, forcing several mages to intervene from the side. They summoned a mass of black shadow blades to slice through the vines, buying him more room to dodge.

Yet the battle was still deteriorating.

"Maybe we should retreat." The male mage spoke hesitantly. "Those undead aren't afraid of magic at all. How are we supposed to fight them? I'm afraid even the dean can't do anything to them..."

Though the other mages said nothing, their expressions made it clear that they agreed with retreating.

However, just as the mages were gradually beginning to lose their nerve, they suddenly saw Benjamin extend his right hand and spread open his palm. A faint glimmer flashed in his hand, and then a blue, translucent unknown creature flew out from his palm.

They were all somewhat stunned.

"What is that?"

From what their spiritual senses told them, that tiny humanoid creature was not merely a magical construct, but... some kind of independently living being. An inexplicable sense of intimidation radiated from it, making every mage feel a sudden palpitation in their hearts.

They had no idea what it was, but they increasingly felt that within that agile, fluttering figure lay some kind of power that they had no choice but to revere.

"Has the dean developed another new spell?" The male mage had no idea what was going on either. He could