Su Yang stopped his blade.
He looked at the undead skeleton mage in front of him with a blank expression.
Just a moment ago, he had a look of resistance.
He even dared to raise his head to look at him under the pressure of the lord of death.
Why did he suddenly change his mind and kneel on the ground, begging for mercy?
Could there be a conspiracy?
Su Yang's eyes were sharp. Heart Slayer in his hand seemed to be able to cut off even gravel.
The undead skeleton mage that was kneeling on the ground was overjoyed when he realized that he had not been killed.
Then, he carefully raised his head and looked at Su Yang.
He knew that he wouldn't die for the time being, but if he wanted to live, he had to continue working hard.
"Respected human expert, the aura of death that you're emitting is that of a monarch filled with supreme might!"
"I only felt an aura, and I knew that I had met my true master!"
