Chapter 257: Worth It or Not
A sword, a blade, a halberd, three weapons hovered behind Muria, wrapped in thunder and flames. The young lad with black hair and golden pupils looked down at the undead surrounding the holy warriors.
Because the lich who had marked their souls had been slain, they had lost their restraint. As a result, some of the undead, unable to resist the temptation of slaughter, rushed towards the holy warriors, while others, with higher spiritual intelligence, fled madly after easily killing their master.
But regardless of the choices they made, they faced the same fate. Muria stood in mid-air, his hand pushed down, and the three exclusive weapons enveloped in thunder and flames, struck down at the undead surrounding the holy warriors following Muria's gesture.