The Necromancer's Apprentice, hidden in the darkness, clearly hadn't realized that Pan Long could see in the dark too. When he saw Pan Long emerge, he gave a sinister smile and raised his staff.
A darkness deeper still appeared at the tip of his staff. It took human form, then melted into the ground and surged toward Pan Long.
If the darkness hadn't concealed what was happening, the mere sight of it would have sent the Sanity of players and NPC adventurers alike plunging, while their stress shot straight up.
The bosses in this game rarely fought honest, straightforward battles. More often, they drew blood with every slash and blow while piling on horrors to sicken you, constantly hitting you with mental attacks like "stress increased, Sanity decreased." Poison and curses went without saying. They had truly mastered the art of being villains.
Compared with them, those anime Demon Kings who spent ages blabbering at the start, kept blabbering while they fought, and even blabbered on after striking down the Hero—as if waiting for the Hero to find a last burst of strength and kill them—really ought to go home and study!
The darkness crawled across the ground toward Pan Long like sludge, moving surprisingly fast. Rats scattered before it. One slow rat failed to dodge, and the darkness touched it. It collapsed, its flesh rotting so quickly that within seconds only a ghastly white skeleton remained.
Pan Long certainly didn't want the damned thing touching him. Even if it couldn't hurt him, a single touch would be disgusting enough!
So his answer was to draw his blade and slash.
The Sacred Longsword, reforged by the leaders of the renowned Paijiao, left its sheath. After being strengthened with Silversteel, its power had grown more restrained. It no longer glowed even