"Propagating doomsday, a typical trait of cults!"
Su Lu shook his head, releasing a hint of spirit oppression and exerted it towards the "Nameless Necromancer Book", "Behave yourself!"
Dealing with such transcendent books required extreme caution.
Especially when it's the legacy of a necromancer, it wouldn't surprise Su Lu if there were spirits hidden within.
If a transcendent scripture doesn't possess numerous curses or traps when emerging from the hands of cultists, evil gods, and secret organizations, then that would be the truly unthinkable.
Moreover, such books of heritage might possess a rudimentary intelligence.
Therefore, Su Lu directly used his spirit oppression against it.
"Legacy!"
"Necromancy!"
The "Nameless Necromancer Book" flipped open another page.
Depicted was an image of a peculiar necromancer draped in a black robe, with wings that were half feathered and half skeletal coming out from his back. He swayed a sinister-looking sickle, reaping life.
