The Fiendish Tusk Axe hooked onto Yidong's faltering neck, then with a [Stack Collapse], violently slammed him to the ground. He laughed boisterously, "Don't you think it's time for you to take this seriously?!"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" Yidong clenched his teeth, grabbing the axe blade that was pressed against his neck. He shouted in a flustered and exasperated tone, "If I wasn't serious, I would have been killed by you already!"
Whistling cheerfully, Motan pressed the axe harder against his friend's face. "Don't kid around. You've been using your unspecialized skills since the beginning, right? Frost Spell? Skeleton soldiers? Are you not embarrassed to display those skills?"
"What else... huh?"
At this point, Yidong suddenly paused, as if he had just remembered something else. But why had he forgotten it earlier?
[Nineteenth Level Spiritual Summoning Specialty and those related undead spells... Why did I forget about them?]
