Despicable Necromancer!

The hymns of the two angels were ethereal and sacred.

As the song continued.

A powerful holy power slowly poured into the unconscious body of Cossack.

Matthew was surprised.

This Drakonid Overlord, who was on the verge of death, actually gritted his teeth and crawled up from the ground!

"You're right. I won't fall just like that!

" I am the Bloody Hand Cossack of War, the butcher of humans, the descendant of the dragon favoured by the supreme true dragon!

"I have the Blood of Glory and the Supreme Dragon's Fury. How could I lose to an evil Necromancer?"

A pale white light burst out from Cossack's body.

Matthew instinctively took two steps back, and the sickle in his hand stopped moving.

It wasn't that he didn't want to attack.

Instead, under the overlapping of the angel's hymn and Cossack's vision, the Drakonid Overlord's tenacity and resistance had reached an unimaginable level.