Two beams of concentrated life essence soared, taking the shapes of hideous snakes, hissing and glaring at the enemy.
The two surviving Life Spirits looked at him with a hateful expression. But their eyes were shaking in fear they couldn't control. They controlled their instincts at the last moment and did not attack.
They seemed to have decided that if they had a chance to survive, it would be by defense.
Varian didn't bother about finishing them off right away.
'Where is this urge coming from? Hmmm, Death Giant? It's seeking something…'
The power of Death Giant rose to the forefront. A bleak aura spread from Varian, one that's antithesis to life itself.
The corpses, floating around as whole or in parts, squirmed.
Then, as if it's a scene straight out of a horror movie, shiny red threads began from the blood and flesh, making their way to Varian in a zig-zag pattern.
