However...
It was strange. Those trained in necromancy were surprisingly adept at using sacred study techniques.
Oddly enough, their effectiveness was remarkable, easily dismantling numerous vengeful spirits.
It all felt a bit off.
Especially that holy weapon—a great sword.
Normal people might not recognize it, but the high-ranking members of the necromancy council, each with centuries of life experience, had sharp eyes. They quickly identified the great sword in Fang Heng's hands.
Judging by its effects, it was undoubtedly a holy weapon.
The expressions of the gathered individuals varied, but they all tacitly chose to remain silent.
After all, Fang Heng was one of their own in the undead faction.
What did it matter if he wielded a high-tier artifact from the Holy Court?
Wasn't that a testament to their faction's strength?
Of course, to avoid complications, they wouldn't bring it up.
