Die!!!
The Death Messenger bared his teeth in a vicious grin, pulled his Corpse Slaves in front of him as a shield, then sent them swarming forward.
Smack!
Facing the onrushing Corpse Slaves, Lu Yuan looked utterly unhurried. He snapped his fingers, and a cluster of Gray Flame rose in his palm.
Impossible!!! What kind of joke is this?!
With that single snap, the Death Messenger discovered to his horror that he had lost control of his Corpse Slaves.
No, that wasn't it!
It wasn't that he had lost control. The Corpse Slaves' fear of that Gray Flame was simply stronger than his hold over them!
Move! The Death Messenger desperately drove his Soul Power, trying to command the twelve Corpse Slaves he had so carefully chosen and refined. But the slaves that had once obeyed his secret art as readily as his own limbs now feared the Gray Flame like a tiger. They did not dare advance.
"A half-baked Corpse Witch paired with a crude refining method..." Rubbing his chin, Lu Yuan finally understood how Lao Jin felt when delivering scathing assessments of others. "Trash!"
He delivered the verdict without a trace of hesitation.
After inheriting the complete Necromantic Magic of Electrolux, the Undead Calamity and Holy Necromancer, Lu Yuan could only shake his head at the Corpse Slaves before him, with their vacant eyes, iron-gray skin, and long, thin nails stained purple-black.
The man could control their bodies but could not touch their souls. He could only resort to this despicable method, imprisoning the dead within corpses and tormenting them day and night to draw out the Corpse Slaves' power. If it had been a punishment meant to torture an enemy's soul, Lu Yuan might have applauded the Death Messenger's ingenuity. But these were the life-saving trump cards