After looking back, the lich saw nothing but sensed that Vicente was right behind it.
It raised its arms to defend itself, feeling its spine tremble, for a frontal attack on its fragile skeleton could seriously injure it.
A lich was not a completely dead being. It had its life attached to its mana, consciousness, and body. As much as it was an undead being, it could be killed or, to a lesser extent, injured.
"Shit!"
This being feared its end as it controlled various skeletons and corpses to run or throw themselves in front of it.
The ghost looked at the lich with concern and moved away, thinking that Vicente had changed his strategy.
But just as everyone thought Vicente was about to attack the lich, this young man appeared behind the ghost, one of his arms covered in lightning and mana.
Vicente didn't hesitate as he crossed the ghost's translucent body with his right arm while his third pentagram glowed around him.
