The undead Spellcaster stared at Xiluo in horror and said incredulously:
"Y-you... how did you discover me? My concealment should have been flawless."
"How? With my eyes, of course!"
Xiluo's jaws curved slightly as he spoke teasingly.
This undead Spellcaster had first thrown the crowd into confusion, then moved among them as a shadow and turned into a rock.
His Transformation Spell seemed to be fairly high-level. Without the system's scan, he really would have been difficult to discover...
Unfortunately for you, you faced me and my all-seeing eyes! Mortal!
Xiluo suddenly tightened his claw.
The next moment, the white bones covering the undead Spellcaster's body began to shatter.
He howled and tried to escape, but even when he turned into a shadow, touching the lightning cage shocked him back into his original form.
His face swelled and turned purplish-blue.
Finally, as the force in the dragon's claw increased, he was crushed into pulp with a squelch.
"A level 14 Spellcaster just... died?" Xiwel murmured, staring dazedly at the pulp.
"Didn't he ask us to come wipe out the enemy together? How is it over already?"
"You're kidding... I didn't even kill a single undead... I was really looking forward to this expedition.
"Didn't that idiot on the Forum say this was a crisis threatening the entire Kingdom? And this was it?"
"Damn it, we got scammed!"
"That Spellcaster wasn't weak, was he? He threw us into confusion in an instant, and Bishop Xiwel just said he was a level 14 Spellcaster."
"A level 14 Spellcaster got beaten like a dog by a Young Dragon?"
"Hiss... the more you think about it, the scarier it gets..."
The Descenders talked among themselves, finding Xiluo rather absurd as they looked at him.
The Wyrmlings slowly approached. Aside from the Little White Dragon's