Chapter 72 The Best Fertilizer_1

The Black Warrior erupted from all seven orifices with a holy radiance. Countless rays of light sprouted from his, making him look riddled with holes, which terrified him into a frantic scream.

The Holy Word Technique, a Divine Art that disregards defense. Why would a skeleton know the Holy Word Technique?

It's over. Divine Arts deal additional damage to the Undead. I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm... huh? Why doesn't it hurt?

He touched himself above and below - nothing was broken. Wait, isn't it supposed to kill me? But I am the Undead; I am already dead...

The terrified Black Warrior realized that aside from his perception being blinded by the Holy Light, he was not harmed. But before he could regain his senses, a huge scythe had already swept over him, hooking out a burst of soul.