Chapter 692
A lich radiating a sinister and malicious aura was silently observing the battle between the two outsiders from a dark tunnel nearby.
The lich’s Abyssal Darkness ability made it hard for the outsiders to notice its existence through the pitch-black darkness, even when they walked past it. The lich opened and shut its lower jaw as it observed the battle in the cavern as if it was silently communicating with some powerful existence that wasn’t present at the scene.
As a lich raised from an elf, most of the flesh on its body had already dried and rotted away. Only a thin and wrinkled layer of skin clung to its bony skeleton; all of its past beauty and youth had vanished. No one could deduce its original race based on its wicked and horrifying appearance.
A black magician’s robe sewn from human skin draped over its body, vaguely radiating a light Halo of Fear into the surroundings. All sorts of magical rings of various sizes sat upon its bony fingers. That said, there was only one piece of equipment that satisfied the lich’s standards– the bonewicca staff resting at his waist.
Its master had mentioned that this bonewicca staff had been taken from the spine of a high-grade adept. Moreover, the spine had been extracted while the adept was alive. As such, the item possessed not only immense powers of death but also the intense aura of resentment from that necromancer.
Any offensive spells cast with this bonewicca staff would carry with them their own curses and would be able to ignore the opponent’s magical resistance and defenses. It was this staff’s rare trait that allowed Lich Anders to carve a name for itself under its master’s rule.
This bonewicca staff had, thus, became one of its favorite possessions!
Lich Anders had been the one guarding this underground space over the past hundred years.
“There’s a Third Grade lich spying on us.” Alice hesitated, unsure of how she should describe what she had felt through her Fate senses.
A Third Grade lich?
Greem’s attention was instantly drawn back to Alice.
“Is there any danger? If there is, I can retreat with you first!” Greem silently asked Alice through a mental connection.
“I don’t know!” Alice was confused by something she had sensed, “I can see an immensely overwhelming darkness behind the lich, but I can’t sense what it is. My divining magic tells me that we will run into tremendous risk, but…but my Fate sense hasn’t sent me any warnings!”
“Could it be the abnormal spatial structure here distorting your ability to sense Fate?” Greem couldn’t help but offer a conjecture.
“The power of Fate is one of the most mysterious powers in the world! No power could possibly distort or omit it!” Alice shook her head and said.
“Or could it be a powerful existence that stands behind the lich whose power is beyond the range of your Fate senses?”
Alice hesitated for a moment and replied uncertainly, “I might only be First Grade, but I am the leader of the Fate Witches after all. I am blessed by the powers of Fate. If the enemy wants to obstruct my Fate senses, they would have to be an ultra-powerhouse that has ascended beyond the planar threshold of Fourth Grade!”
“An ultra-powerhouse!” Greem was speechless.
In truth, Fourth Grade powerhouses were already terrifying existences in his eyes. Those ultra-powerhouses that had ascended beyond the planar threshold and could freely traverse between the void of the planes were just too far beyond his reality.
They were so distant that Greem didn’t even want to imagine their power!
Greem wondered wide-mouthed about such ultra-powerhouses for quite a while after Alice mentioned them, but he still had no idea what one of them would look like. Perhaps, maybe, possibly, they would be the same as the Sixth Grade Great Adept Sarubo!
Just as Greem used all his focus to imagine what an ultra-powerhouse would be like, the superiority in the battle had finally been decided.
The Dark Witch had won, and the druid had lost!
As Third Grade creatures that were only second to the strongest individuals of the plane, both parties possessed severely destructive powers. That was why Dark Witch Uzzah would have a difficult time trying to detain Antoril, even with his grievous injuries and weakened Spirit.
After being repeatedly snubbed at the hands of the Third Grade lich and the Third Grade Dark Witch, Antoril had finally quenched his desire for revenge and started thinking of a way to escape.