On closer inspection, Andromalius discovered that the "Necromancer" who had summoned those four Skeleton Guards was dressed exactly like a knight. He was dumbfounded.
A knight who worshipped light and a Necromancer who manipulated death-when these two utterly opposed professions appeared in the same person, the shock to Andromalius was immense.
But Holy Guard No. 12, Holy Guard No. 10, and Long Haochen, who were right in front of him, would not give him even a moment to stand there in a daze.
Originally, they had needed to keep their Spirit Wings active to stop themselves from sinking into the swamp beneath the battlefield. But the magic of Holy Guard No. 9, the seventh-tier Earth Archmage, had turned it into solid ground.
This not only made fighting easier for Long Haochen and the others, but also restricted Andromalius's movements to some extent.
Seizing the moment while Andromalius was distracted, the Wind Attribute warrior, Holy Guard No. 10, darted forward, stirring up a surge of blue-green wind that swept straight toward Andromalius's face.
"Roar!"
Although Andromalius no longer had a weapon in his hands, his terrifying external spiritual power, which nearly matched his internal spiritual power and measured at least fifty thousand, was the best weapon he could ask for.
With his tail frozen and his lower body trapped underground, Andromalius saw that he could no longer evade the incoming attack. His ferocity erupted in an instant.
Facing Holy Guard No. 10's descending sword, Andromalius roared and drove out a fist packed with most of the dark magic in his body, clearly intent on pulverizing Holy Guard No. 10 into bone fragments.
But to Andromalius's astonishment, just before his fist struck the blue-green skeleton, his opponent turned into a streak of blue-green light and slipped around his fist as though nothing