For an Undead Wizard, when their nurtured Undead Servant perishes, it certainly means a significant reduction in overall Strength.
Even if Andriel wins this battle by luck, he will fall from the First-tier Group, like a tiger that has lost its claws, probably unable to go much further.
Huge blocks of dark green Magic Energy sway with stunning and terrifying brilliance, like a Crystal Potion Bottle shattered on the ground, splashing deadly poison everywhere.
In this mysterious and tragically beautiful scene, a figure faintly emerges from somewhere in the Void.
It is a black giant wolf over five meters tall, its body semi-transparent and burning with a deep blue, cold fire.
"Howl—"
The giant wolf raised its head and howled, its sound long and filled with a thick, ancient desolation.
Ronan's figure trembled slightly, finally finding the source that made his soul shiver.
