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Besides the puppet, the Lich was the subordinate that Lin Yun dispatched the most. It would have become a huge helping hand if it reached level 38. At least, he wouldn't keep it hidden against a level 38 Death Knight.

The suppression between the Undead of different levels of power was too great. Lin Yun wasn't a Necromancer, and he couldn't summon Undead beings that would disregard that level suppression. If it was inferior to the other side, in rank, sending it out would be no different than sending food over.

'Damnit, there is no chance of having it level up now… Forget it, there are many Undead here, it should be able to recover if it devours some soul fires.' 

Lin Yun sent the Lich back into the Book of Death and looked at the large hole made by the black, corrosive goo. It was already four to five meters wide and a meter deep. The black goo was also slowly being consumed.