The Necromancer was about two meters tall, and his entire body was shrouded in black mist. The ghostly fire in his eye sockets seemed to be able to suck away one's soul.
Compared to such an undead creature, it gave people a great sense of oppression.
Song qingxiao didn't care about any moves and just swung her dagger forward.
The force of the blow lifted the mist on the Necromancer's robe, and his raised arm was cut open by the dagger. However, before song qingxiao could cast the 'confrontation' spell, the split arm automatically closed.
His outstretched fingers moved slightly, and with a screech, the undead birds that were chasing number one and the mist birds that were surrounding number seven seemed to have been summoned by him. They gave up on number one and number seven, and all pounced behind song qingxiao.
"Let's have a good meal." The death mage's voice was heard from the black mist.
