Arthur looked down at his opponent, pointing from midair, as calm as the light clouds and gentle breeze.
However, the member of the Death Poetry Society standing on the ground instinctively sensed an unprecedented crisis falling from the sky—
"Roar!"
A loud roar, akin to that of a wild beast, erupted from the mouth of this Death Poetry Society member.
Their originally pale, slightly green face turned completely greenish-blue, and four canine teeth protruded from their mouth, while strands of grayish-green hair stood up like a hedgehog's spines.
What was more critical was that a three-meter-tall skeleton phantom appeared behind this Death Poetry Society member.
No sooner had the phantom appeared than the aroma of death, thick and rich, filled the area around.
Wither, decay.
Accompanied by cold.
Great Arcana Level!
Undoubtedly, Great Arcana Level!
