As soon as the enemy appeared, Heine felt even breathing had become much harder.
His legs bent uncontrollably, as if weighed down by a heavy burden on his shoulders.
He once again sensed the "emotion" radiating from the opponent's strength.
It was more intense than that of Billinumu and Yingyi.
It was like a pool of pitch-black sludge, emitting a nauseating stench of decay and filled with bones that had been sleeping who knows how long.
With the experience from the previous two times, he had a hunch about the opponent's profession.
This was at least a Fifth Level Necromancer.
A genuine Necromancer.
The foe nearly had "I'm very angry" written on his face, and without delay, Heine immediately shouted,
"Attack!"
Clang!
A shower of sparks exploded behind the opponent in the air.
It was Teacher Xia.
The Withering Dagger plunged fiercely towards the foe but struck a bone shield that appeared out of thin air.
Sparks actually flew from it.
