Death

"Tier four: Blood soul nurturing," Aur muttered with a sneer on his face.

The seed started to slowly grow while Neil's entire body was sucked away.

"This is a tier four spell," Neil's pupils dilated in sheer shock.

There was no resistance; in fact, it could be said that there was no opportunity for resistance at all.

With the tier four presence prevailing, his entire being was drained away.

Neil could only watch in despair as he used all his trump cards, but in front of a tier four spell, it was useless, completely useless.

This wasn't a difference of tier one or tier two that could be measly crossed over by a killer move.

The difference between tier four and tier three was qualitative and could not be matched by quantity, even if there were millions of tier three spells; they still couldn't block a single tier four spell.

Aur watched as the man turned into a nutrient for the seed to turn into a small lotus.