The entire torso of the lich was blowed up to the pieces and his remains was scattered on the ground.
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Before the lich could even realize what happened, his head was stomped by the ClownFrog.
"SHIT! GET OFF!" – said the head.
"Hm?"
"Oh, you are still alive?" – said ClownFrog.
"But by the look of things you are losing power, your undeads are shutting down."
"I don't know how it works, but by the look of things you will are no longer a threat."
"SHIT!"
"I REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT!"
"HOW?!"
"I'M THE NEXT ONE WHO WAS DESTINED TO BECOME THE DEMON LORD!"
"I BECAME THE STRONGEST NECROMANCER- NO! A LICH!"
"WHAT DIRTY TRICKS YOU USED?!"
"I'M- "
"Yab, yab, yab, yab."
"Holy fuking shit."
"Just shut up loser."
"Let me tell you something straight."
"Why you used the four armed undead and the minotaur?"
"…. What?" – said the confused lich.