Goblin World, Death Island.
Lynn pondered how to deal with the three Stigmas. Since none of them were undead, he could not control them with the Heart of Astral Bone Dominion, making them difficult to subdue.
However, he had no intention of keeping the Wizard affiliated with the Eggs of Chaos.
Even if he could control him, Lynn would not dare use him. Who knew whether a lunatic like that had any hidden tricks?
Lynn crouched down before the gray-robed Wizard and, under his despairing gaze, reached out and pressed a hand against the top of his head.
His mental power probed inward and found the core of the man's soul.
His fingers twitched. The gray-robed Wizard's body suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated, and all signs of life vanished.
His soul was extracted—a gray, misty mass floating in Lynn's palm. Lynn sealed it away and stuffed it into his dimensional space, along with the corpse.
This was excellent material. It could not be wasted.
Next, Lynn walked over to the Eclipse Demon.
The Eclipse Demon stared at him, Lynn's handsome face reflected in its golden pupils.
It had seen what happened to the gray-robed Wizard. Its pupils contracted slightly, as though it understood its own fate as well.
Yet Lynn did not kill it so easily.
This was a mid-stage Stigma-level combatant, and turning a demon into an undead was hardly difficult. He would take his time working on it.
Lynn raised his right hand. Sealing runes surged from his palm one after another, branding themselves onto the Eclipse Demon's forehead, chest, and limbs.
The Eclipse Demon's body was locked down by the runes. Its dark crimson glow dimmed, and its golden eyes closed as well.
Lynn picked it up and tossed it toward the Void Insect Nest on the