The long sword looked ordinary, radiating a soft but determined glow. As the silver-purple in Natasha's eyes became pure crystal-clear, two illusory splits that looks as though they could split the world apart suddenly appeared on the blade. In a mere second, the sword had reached Congus' head.

The vital part of a lich was not its heart and neck. Only by damaging the head, where the soul resided, could one effectively injure a lich.

Under the weight of the "Pale Justice", streaks of transparent cracks appeared in the boring mix of black, white and grey. Two needle-like red spots were revealed underneath.

Puff… It sounded like the sword just hacked onto a piece of rotten wood. All the emergency defense spells were rendered invalid by the power of the mysterious existence in the World of Souls.

"Ah!!!" A bitter and piercing shriek burst out.

And Natasha was directly blown away by the power. Blood came out from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

This was not Demigod-lich's Howling, but the