Sinem fled several hundred meters in one breath. When he glanced back, he saw a horrifying sight: the Skeleton Lord had pinned the Wraith King beneath one foot and was tearing off chunks of its spirit body to chew. Crunch, crunch. No matter how the Wraith King struggled and twisted, or how it sent resentment surging around the Skeleton Lord's leg bones to lift that crushing foot, nothing worked. It even tried to split its own spirit body and sacrifice part of itself to escape. In the end, less and less of it remained. The Wraith King gave up, leaving only a ball of light. The Skeleton Lord plucked it from beneath its foot and slurped it down like jelly...
Every hair on Sinem's body stood on end. Though he was a Semi-Lichified Necromancer, he still felt the visceral revulsion of an ordinary human. He fled with everything he had, one thought in his mind: Get out of here.
Just then, hoofbeats sounded from the direction he was running.
But Sinem was focused on what lay behind him, terrified that the Skeleton Lord would come after him once it finished eating the Wraith King. He failed to notice the hoofbeats growing louder. By the time he sensed something was wrong and looked toward the sound, a black-clad Knight was charging at him like the wind. The Lance he had held aloft was now lowered. Death Psychic Energy formed a huge cone around its tip, rushing toward Sinem so fast that it swelled in his vision.
Damn it! Sinem hastily raised a Bone Shield.
Aliotega, the Lich Knight, was already at full charge. His attack was no weaker than that of a High-Level Legendary. Sinem, meanwhile, had only just recovered from serious injuries, and the Skeleton Lord had scared him out