Still, I Don't Want to Die That Much

"Mr. Harvey! Lady Alice!"

As the ice and snow melted into water, Qikala finally found the person and corpse buried beneath the heavy snow.

The Orc hurriedly dug them out and used flame to melt the ice and snow on them. Harvey slowly opened his eyes, looked at Qikala, and said, "You really did dodge it..."

Because it was Harvey's first time transforming into a Dragon Lich, and he had to deal with the legendary Necromancer Oleiwa, he hadn't dared hold anything back. He unleashed every bit of Decaying Corpse Qi he had, turning the surrounding hundred meters into a death zone. Decaying Corpse Qi was mixed into the air, and even an ordinary Holy Domain couldn't block it, which was why he had told Qikala to leave.

"Heh heh." The Orc summoned Warm Fire and cooled them down with a cheeky grin. "Mr. Harvey, you did it!"

"But I'm badly wounded too," Harvey said. "I'm surprised you didn't just leave."

A Dragon Lich was a Necromancer unit that only a legendary spellcaster could unlock. Harvey had only ever dared to partially transform before, and this complete transformation naturally brought a heavy burden to his body. If his clothes were lifted, one would see that many patches of his skin had begun to rot, and several of his fingers had even developed deep wrinkles, like the fingers of a centenarian.

It was only because his skin was darker that the rot on his face was less obvious.

He couldn't even maintain his Icy Blazing Fire state. After the attack, he automatically separated from Alice, even went into shock, and was buried by the blizzard.

"Why would I run when you won?" Qikala's words were both sincere and insincere. "Although this kind of snowstorm wouldn't be fatal to Mr. Harvey, me