"You damned bastard dragon! Are you trying to kill me too?"
Abela's expression changed drastically. Carrying his enormous axe, he hurriedly ducked aside.
The Fel Lightning Storm swept past him, breaking him out in a cold sweat.
He had no confidence he could survive being hit by a spell of that caliber!
As a modified warrior, his physical capabilities had been greatly enhanced.
But he still couldn't compare to steel!
Even those steel mummies were almost torn apart, let alone him!
Warriors like him had always relied on technique!
Rumble...
The terrifying storm roared.
Without Tyrone holding him back, things were different.
Kelason's strength as a level 14 spellcaster was finally unleashed.
The shadow he had transformed into doubled its speed, escaping Xiluo's sight in an instant and appearing at the edge of the hall.
Then an arrow steeped in the power of death shot toward Xiluo. Just before it struck, Xiluo hurriedly stopped his Breath Weapon and used [Wind Sense] to twist swiftly aside.
The arrow easily pierced the wall behind him before striking the barrier and vanishing.
"You three bastards! How dare you ruin my plan! I'll kill you all!"
Kelason roared furiously.
Spreading his arms, he drew enormous quantities of black energy from the bodies of those who had already died at the banquet, channeling it into the dismantled skeletons and zombies...
The monsters rose from the ground again and slowly gathered together, forming two towering creatures four meters tall.
They almost seemed about to break through the ceiling.
[Death Fiend] Level: 12 (Elite-)
At the sight of this,
Xiluo's heart jolted.
Bishop Xiwel hurriedly shouted,
"Xiluo! Activate your Fel Transformation! The three of us have to work together! It's the only way to defeat him! Otherwise, we'll all die!"
Hearing this, Xiluo hesitated no