Lynn watched his undead underlings fall into a disadvantage, his brow tightening slightly.
Leaving aside quality, they were outnumbered as well...
If he let them fight on their own, it would probably turn into a one-sided slaughter.
Lynn raised a hand, summoning stone giants, Bone Golems, Starlight Infusion, Leyline Bone Reinforcement, Soul Shock, Space Severing...
A succession of spells from multiple disciplines provided support. He summoned several lv4 stone giants and Bone Golems to join the fight, enhanced the undead with magic, and personally stepped in as well. Only then did he barely stabilize the line.
Morpheus watched coldly for a moment. Seeing the situation gradually steady, he suddenly moved.
He raised his hand, and two dark-purple phantoms flew from his chest.
They were the two primary souls he had refined over decades, each possessing the terrifying strength of peak lv5!
The phantoms let out piercing shrieks and lunged straight at Lynn.
As long as Lynn was killed, everything would be over.
Lynn erected a Soul Barrier with his left hand and swept his Space Blade horizontally with his right, retreating again and again under the pincer attack of the two primary souls.
Morpheus stood with his hands behind his back, his tone as leisurely as a mentor reviewing a student's work:
"Your movement techniques are decent, and your spells are solid. Unfortunately, you're far too arrogant. You haven't left yourself much time to grow."
Busy dealing with the two primary souls, Lynn could not help but sneer.
"Me, arrogant? Is there anyone in the entire academy more low-key than me?"
"Ever since I enrolled, you damned soul-skinning bastard have targeted me at every turn and tried to kill me. Have I ever gone looking for trouble with you?"
"You old fool shouldn't spout nonsense when you don't understand the