"No!"
The cry of despair echoed in the semi-plane filled with skeletal remains. Michaela, whose burning flames were already somewhat dim, swinged her sword and beheaded the Lich Yoram.
"Muria, this is for you." After decapitating, Michaela destroyed the Great Lich's body and threw its skull towards Muria, who had already entered the Semi Plane.
"How does it feel, Mr. Lich?" Muria, holding the skull, which was about the size of an ordinary Cloud Giant's, looked at the soul fire that had already receded into the skull and asked teasingly.
"If you want to kill me, you are welcome to try now." A calm voice of the soul emerged from the skull.
"This attitude, it seems you're quite confident!" Muria felt somewhat annoyed, "Aren't you afraid of the divine fire of the Blazing Sky God Race?"
"Ha ha! Don't compare me with those ordinary small Liches."