Asher, who had seen everything from beginning to end, was at a loss for words. His mind raced, pondering just how powerful Kyle was.
The human just rocked the balance of an undead king with a single punch! Not just any undead, but an undead king! A creature with the power of peak supreme rank and the ability to command all weaker undead!
He knew the undead body was merely bones and lifeless flesh, far inferior to a true supreme rank entity. But for the world's sake, Kyle was only at the divine rank! How the hell did he manage to pull off such an extraordinary feat?
If only Asher knew that the human was dissatisfied with what he had achieved, he might have been tempted to pull his hair out in frustration.
