Rhode stood up.
The necromancer who had acted all high and mighty laid before him as a corpse once more.
But Rhode wasn't smiling. His face was dark and gloomy while he stared at his left hand.
While the Angel's Wings was able to block most of the negative energy, in the end, the level gap was just too big. Currently, his left hand had become a sickening green color, and a tingling discomfort spread to the rest of the body.
If it weren't for his abnormal stats, then perhaps his arm would end up being fractured.
"Sigh…"
Rhode sighed, then he focused on the ring on his finger. The original white luster on the stone had dulled considerably. With careful observation, he noticed that the darkness within appeared to have a self-consciousness as it swirled steadily.
The soul binding succeeded.
Though there were some unexpected events during the process, he still managed to procure his objective. However…
