Torturing the Necromancer
Just as the necromancer was still puzzled, the numbness quickly spread throughout his body in the next second.
Fortunately, he had reacted the moment he inhaled it, holding his breath in time. Otherwise, he might have already passed out from shock.
John now had mastered barrier-free communication. So he could understand the language of the person before him.
"So you're a person from the other world, huh?" John grinned, his interest piqued by the humans of the other world.
"it's none of your business!" the necromancer cursed, his robe fluttering from the magic gathering around him, his staff accumulating power.
Seeing this, John stepped forward and kicked the staff out of his hand.
The necromancer himself was already weak all over, losing the staff that supported his body, and his entire face was smashed to the ground.
John didn't care whether he was human or not. He stepped hard on the necromancer's face.